Some books,a cup of cappuccino and some warmth…
not at all these were too much of your need,
my corner still waits for the smell of the coffee seeds..
But there is me alone in the winter nights with impulsive feed!
Perhaps I’m afraid that the winter nights will pass in its own,
With a thirst for the books and the waiting in my mind,
Therefore, I rejoice with the coffee seeds,with embracing the books!
Let me wait for you as you once reminded me your wish,
I place them all every night, and create your false home coming.
Do you see the clouds, that wrapped around the sky,with her warmth?
Do enjoy with your sky whole, as you are very close to her soul..!
Often Time reminds you that you once expressed your wish,
But now,no use of remembering, as I myself celebrate all of your wish!
The desperation has made me a complete another,
Who walks into the woods alone,
observing the shadowy darkness from the far..
now she has emerged,took birth
another me within me,
Whom You don’t know even,
But You still stare at her,who is not Your SHE!