As you leave.

As you leave.

Stairs, we take.

hoping the floors never end,

we never speak,

like the divided leaves, 

that never makes a noise in the wind,

as they broke apart.

Routes, we change.

The one we take isn't  that long,

nothing seems to be,

I walk slow , slower than 

the footsteps of shadows

and silence, that follows yours,

Everything runs in circles,

but this path doesnt. 

buildings, we see.

Where once i began,

Held your hand and

walked through a home of sand,

Chairs and shapes,

Like games of children,

they never change.

And you are still the same.

And I am the falling stone,

trying to win over gravity,

Like that salt which fights

against the sea.

As you leave, 

and this time passes ,

I try to make the hands 

of the clock meet,

and keep them near

 for more than 

a minute. 

Living.

I generally take a lot of quick snaps of the sky and the trees, whenever am outside.

Maybe cause , I see a life in them. The only living things around.

Unlike the rush of busy streets and people walking around.

It's getting darker now.

It's getting darker now.
A night, that slumbers inside my empty pockets,
And the sun still hides inside your eyes.


Sleep.
No one cares for a morning tonight.

The days that went by

The days that went by
when the wind was dead,
And i walked with people 
outside my door,
 the scattered drops on the glass ,
with my fingers
i drew your face
and made something
which you never were. 


Artists make mistakes,
But I wrote a poetry of seven and half lies
And now am ,
Sleeping with a wet letter
All your names and my sign,
unread, untouched truths inside,


May be ,
you will open it after ages,
that which was a mistake once
will end up as a sin of present.


the days that are to come,
I still feel the wind is dead,
But you are walking with me,
with open doors,
giving me a shelter from rain,
when I never shared a sun,
 the scattered drops on the glass ,
with your fingers
you draw my face
and turn the water into a me
which i never can be.