your memories

i put out the wet balanket

of darkness, to dry

on the balcony of my house.

the embers of hope

i kept alive,

by placing my warm hands

over moist eyes.

i separated dust and wind,

that were as entagled

with each other as milk and water.

heavy lumps of loneliness,

i hid under the sheet

of falsehood.

scattered and restless body

of mine, i clothed with

scattered and careless clothes.

cleared all cobwebs of memories,

by the duster

of today's thoughts and activity.

God, I put back

at His place,

Everyday I put Him on His place

Everyday but He falls down

so low.

I released the emotions,

Now, incarcerated in books

as bookmarks.

Lent them

the wings of my breath

To fly.

I put the oven on;

waited for it to get warm;

mixed the flour of eagerness;

baked our conversations;

and served my heart

on the plate of the evening,

if not you my beloved

let your thoughts come.

This poem is a free translation of "Tera Khayal" posted on this blog before.