Eleven Years After Love

All those relations that has became lies with time and distance

All those priceless affections that has become useless

Sometimes I see them behind the horizon

Where the sun hides it's face from world... like me

When the stars tries to project their little illuminations

I see them.....

All those smiles that were distributed between me & somebody else

All those gestures that have already changed their destination

Sometimes I see them in the darkness below my roof

When darkness declares its victory over the constellations

When the town says, sorry dear, I m tired and becomes silent

I see them......

All those endless conversations, that has lost all relevance

All those promises that have lost their address in the current of time

Sometimes I see them in the old pages of my diary

When the monsoon touches my window in a silent evening

When the bridges enters my curtains in a spring afternoon

I see them....

And then I show them, the illuminations at end of my cigarette

And then with the match sticks I burn all those darkness

And then I show the poor monsoon my adorable red wine bottles

And smokes of my cigarette that dominates over the spring

Then I laugh.... I laugh....With a voice that kills the silence of universe

And within those smokes and bottle, I see it's eleven years.....