In abolition of freedom

My love,

Even if you set me free

I’ll be known as your slave

Forever.

Kunaer

In the cold lonely nights of foreign land

You are

The only poem that fires my Kangri

The only name that warms my Phirin

Seasons in love

My love,

Such autumn in your eyes

Forces winter within me

Smile

And I will believe

All the rumours of coming spring

Coldest night

My love

Today was the saddest day

Tonight is the coldest night

Tonight,

I fall

Like December snow

Like false promises of the moon

Tonight my love

Cast some different spell

Conjure some other magic

Even your smile tonight

Can’t cure the pain

Tonight is the saddest night

And nothing of hope is left

Tonight,

I am an orphan dream

No one dreams me

On the cold streets of hope

Except me

Tonight,

Like the lonely traveller

I sit by the fire of burning past

Tonight,

Like the dying farmer

I love the rumours of happy spring

Infinite ground

My love,

Broken clocks don’t stop time

Broken hearts don’t stop loving

I love you beyond the limits of time

Far beyond the recurring meeting of days and nights

I love you beyond the comfort of your approval

Far beyond the spells of your bewitching beauty

I stand on infinite ground

I exist in your timeless dreams

The calender of love

There is no December in love

The year never ends…

Twin soul

I feel it when you breathe hard

My heart is entwined into yours

We are the twin drops of two different rivers

Both merging into same sea of pain

We are the twin stars of two different nights

Both intensely lonely as the moon

I feel it when you dream fear

My sleep is entwined into yours

We are the twin lamps of two different streets

Both leading only to one place

We are the twin souls in two different bodies

Both living a single broken dream

I feel when you feel

I am entwined into you

We are one to the other

There is no other to one 

(Dedicated to someone whose nightmares became my nightmares and whose happiness became my happiness.)