The big round eyes behind his spectacles....said an unknown story....
it was incomplete and full of worry...
I once saw the void and pain
in the name of happiness...
he tried to suppress his pain....
he laughed with his heart out....
I don't know what I heard in that shout...
in the mist of smoke and chemicals....
I found him as my mirror....
day was spend...like that hundred days spend......
we spoke..we cried...we smiled...we loved...always...
I and u became we...
He became my soul of peace..... I became his smile....
in that stormy night also...he held my hand so tight....
then a gust of wind came.....
all precious moments lost in dreams...
only sadness touched me....
with it came fear and grief...
he was there watching it all along...
I was alone fighting in the storm....
I was there when he needed me...
I never left him...
he never fought his battles alone...
now when the dusk kisses the ground.....sun leaves the sky...
shadows grow long....
I wait for him....with longing eyes and broken heart...
with the hope that he once looks back...
but all is in vain..
he has moved on....he says...
I should also. But he stays...
inside deep me....
that big round magical eyes....are now mine....
with emptiness waiting for it to shine....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem