AT THE GHAT OF THE ONLY WORLD.........

And then they two met

   and sung an eternal song that 

     seems to have no end....

From dawn to dusk

         they went serenading in unison

for they knew it had to end

(she begged him to stop the time)

   "No ,the three sisters of aurora never does"

Memories will never fade

They promised.....knowing that

At certain point they will lose track

 They needed each other.....needed to perfect each other.....

History will get in the way
of their memory....there is nothing to forget
They hid their pain from each other
They could not reveal their pains to each other
If only they could have been for each other....
What would not have been possible
    in the world?
Nothing remains,everything finishes
Let there be an archive of
         vanished envelopes,
          unfinished songs,
          yellowed pictures,
And a fading remains of their voice....
(a map of longings with no boundaries)
Will they remember (when they die...)
         The spread winter air
          The glasses of mint tea
           The peice of space(they shared)
             T he tattered red shawl
              The intoxicated laughter
              And sighs of desperation

While the cruel hands of clock ticked by......
They will then, perhaps row into the sunset
     past all pain.....
AT THE GHAT OF THE ONLY WORLD.......
                                                            THEIR WORLD.......