In the turmoil of a deep yearning
The body keeps being squeezed
Pain stings intermittently
Pain is being sucked drop by drop
In the vessel of my heart
The nectar of memories
The desolate river of waiting
And the shore of my mind
Whenever I glance
On the surface of my heart
In the anxiety of desire
Your face, tired
I curse time lying in the lap of my breath
In which the distance of two stars
I am immeasurable, In migration
I have learned to live with thirst
The eyes have learned
To drink tears silently
In the desert, Like a buried statue
I keep burning every moment
In the fire of loneliness
The mind lives and knows
A stony silence
In which I have lived all this time
Waiting for you
I have been sitting on time and smoldering
Deep within myself Saving me
Like a thorn in the sunken time
The throbbing of your memories
recite praises within me like a soulful chant
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
