The color of thirst has been faded out
Replaced by the vibrant color of life
But yet, absence of ever known you
Made the word ‘yet’ meaningless even
From unwanted to emptiness
Everything emptied like the sky, versifier?
At least the wordiness of the poetry
Somewhat proclaims the present of you
Like a dampened window of sudden wind
Will there be a chance of meeting?
In between the both belligerent existence
The smell of soil , or the tune of piano
Seems to be very important, oh incorporeal darling!
19th January, 2016