MM (4th November 1993 / Lahore, Pakistan)


Dear sky,
Please let me be,
The rain tonight.

Please let me fall,
Through the breeze,
To wherever you pull for me.

These clouds of mind remain so dense,
Too much lightning to make sense.

Dear night,
Let me stare,
Into your eyes,
Curl myself,
Around the moonlight,
Out of mind,
Out of sight.

The day shall come,
When I become a part of you,
When my spirit will escape,
When I will reach infinity.

Tonight is not the night,
But soon it shall come.
When there is no more visible light,
I will decompose,
Into your arms.

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