LONELINESS
I
I am quite lonely and in lack of a woman-
tender skin and skent on my lips.
a small spot in everlasting ocean that this loneliness
kills me every minute when I fall-
from the bottom of earth to the sky.
a foreign stream is circulating in this hall
holds my tongue like an orient chain
and strokes my chest with pressure of pain
there is no word when wind speaks slowly
I listen wild blossom of a pre-spring lonely
without you
without those intimate eyes…
II
songs that heal my grief when I am in the coffin
and people drink coffee as if nothing happened
between us
between you and me there is a continent.
III
I must say how I loved to die
when rain drops to the river of rhyme
will I close my eyes there and forever lie?
perhaps people will be in peace that time
and I’ll leave this spot and say good-bye-
to you
without you…
28.04.2007 / İslamabad
