Joy

You were nowhere,
When I searched for you, like a lonely child in a mad city.
It is fair, you were not there. It was always correct.
You are not a remedy for my pains.
But, dear, when spark of my senses go dim
In fight to sustain myself;
In a futile efforts of existing
I start cheating myself;
Then I truly need you dear!
Your fingers should run through my hairs,
My eyes should close slowly,
And then you just breathe in me,
In light of you being around,
In warmth of your company,
I should be alive once gain…

But, no dear, you were not there,
So will you do this?
Go away, beyond everything,
So distant, that even I try with all my might,
You will remain, inches short.
I will bring this play of meaningless existence,
By stretching dimensions of sorrow,
I will be alive,
But at the same time,
I will be emptying,
Like a dying leave on the tree.
As I put sorrows to life,
My song will reach to an essential end note.
The flood of beloved agonies, charming pains
Will capture the periphery of life,
And they will put me to enigmatic black hole of death.
For my closed eyes,
Sense of myself will be very partial,
Then fill that last distance,
Put your lips to source of my pains, source of me,
And my last note will be played by that lovely touch,
And then nothing will remain,
And then nothing will remain……