Why do I write?
Maybe because
I find my reflection in those words of my poetry

I won't say I love you
For love cannot describe the intensity of emotions that I feel for you
For love cannot describe the level of problems that I can deal for you

I won't say Happy Valentine's day
Because mine connection with you is not limited to some occasion
Because I want you to be my soul partner in this life and all the lives thereafter

But I can say from deepest of my heart that
I will be there when all are gone
When there is only inferno and hope none
When everything else is desolated and there is no hope of dawn

I can promise you that
When you will have the sleepless nights I will be there to hold your hands
I will walk alongside with you in any of  the desolated lands
I will be your voice in the utter silent nights

Mom, do you remember
When dad used to get angry on me
I used to hide beside you
And you used to absorb all his anger by yourself

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.