To My Life...

A painful smile,
And a smiling pain.
Drags me to life,
Dying in my heart

The last leaf of the spring is you?
Are you, the last drop my blood too?

Dreams are still alive,
Like the saddening old man, luring death.
In the parched land,
Where I lived and flourished.

The tress of life,
You breezed is-
Eaten away by the time,
And your wounds are my pain,
The pain of togetherness,
That we hate to wed and own.

Waiting for moon,
The darkness and we,
The silence of love,
The fragrance of love,
That you hated to share,
And the ashes of desire.

Lean, are your hands,
Pale, is your face,
Parched, are your lips,
Yet, glaring is your love,
That we left in wilderness…
We left for distrustfulness

The ghost of desires,
Liberated from us,
Are mating -
Under the burning sun.

Together in soul,
Unto the last drop of light,
Let's cry and eat the pains,
That we left to ripe,
That we left to ripe.