Barren Words

The Memory of my Sky

Is occupied

By the Grief of Clouds.

See!!!

My Love

How your Idea

Dances barefoot

Out there.

Even the Sufi whirls envy you.

Meanwhile,

I poor poet

pour Ink

over the dry lips

of my Barren Words.

This Poem Shoem

My Beloved,

This Love Shuv

This Absence Vebsence

This Mood Vood

This Life Vife

This Tragedy Vagedy

These Emotions Vemotions

This Happiness Vappiness

This Death Weath

This Friendship Vriendship

This Passion Vassion

These Feelings Veelings

This Paradise Varadise

This Philosophy Vilosophy

This Hell Vell

This Existence Vexistence

This Thinking Vinking

This Idea Videa

Etcetra Vetcetra

Are Nothing Vothing

All but the Aftermaths Vaftermaths

Of your Presence Vresence.