I was walking... andwalking
-and suddenly I lost the road.
I looked at my long shadow
and asked why it's so?
...
"My Sixty years gone by this sea"
said the fisherman.
" Hmm..."
He hardly looked at me.
...
" I've come to your city...
let's... meet once! "
The poet was softly
reciting his poem!
...
Shadows lost their track.
They already had haunted me
and challenged me to find out
where was the sun but
...
I hold these moments
from allover attacking colours
I hold them because
my hallow existence is worth.
...
Out of your periphery
You're a stranger.
It's your planet
where you're detained
...
I want to be alone but
I found am caught in a crowd.
How I let this happen?
They all are standing facing
...
Thousands of floating lamps
on darkness of unending water.
Are they floating stories?
The spellbound wind mellowed.
...
That poem care less for me.
-Like some self-obsessed beauty
ignore some heart-broken man.
It hovers around for my attention.
...