In years to come
nobody will sing about us
not even ourselves
because the song is dead
and the singing ceased.
--
There is no return
from where we have reached now
for now we have a past,
something we didn’t have till now.
--
All is lost
yet we still live
not to regain the lost
but to live the loss.
--
You will get lost
in the shades of life
and find merriment
and laugh more than you ever did before.
But still, you are lost.
--
It is good that you left
before my fingers touched you.
If I had
you would have been defiled
and been a mere mortal, like me.
--
It is true that you are dead
but I wish more deaths for you -
let the black
of your eyebrows die,
let the quivering
of your lips die,
let the luster
of your golden bangle die
and with you let the words
in your gaze die.
