a commitment comes and
you are in front
of a window
but fades away a mysterious light
-just in that moment in the edge of my lips-
utters nonsense, a broken beauty of
my heart.

where? not there i am sure
there is something to warm
us like frozen candles
but a bashful glimpse
talks about
how today is,
how yesterday was,
so damn beautiful.

collection of memories
/handy, candy, dandy/
bad ones have burnt
and thrown into the sun
and here you are
/blond, cheerful, smiling/
here i am, that much far
in between
abandoned into misery.

do you know me madame
every morning at six o’clock
i pass through in front of your-
window when you sip your coffee
i sip nothing but the stone
which i walk
on by myself?

14. 02. 08 / Islamabad