It was dark midnight, three o clock may be, I heard some deep whispers in my balcony. I woke up half asleep and heard a voice too deep, Into my ears and brain, tampering with my sleep.
I walked out of my room, through the open door, Dragging myself alone, over the wooden floor. My eyes were searching sharp, into the world of dark, To trace the voices heard and hunt each fishy mark.
Suddenly like a dream, I saw out through the door, A flight of stairs evolved from my broken floor. Crumbled parts of walls, holes were clean to see, The night was filled with bliss amid the sullen sea.
On the topmost stair I saw, a silhouette was standing there, His face was blurred to see, facing the tranquil air. He gazed into the moon, shining in the sky, As if he had his wings and planned to jump and fly.
The sky was silent though, filled with twinkling souls, They peeped inside my house, through those broken holes. A tinge of glittering light made me see again, The man with a flackey face, muttered few words insane.
A sharp ray of light, sneaked into my sight, I saw those cloudy balls, glaring and so bright. It was the morning sun, I heard my momma's scream, Gosh!!! I felt it now, it was a broken dream.
Last night, amid the clouds of dark, I saw you close and saw your mark. A smoky lane tween the rows of trees, I felt a gust of the lonesome breeze. A silhouette I saw, amid the fume, It was you, I presume. I called you, with your name I knew, My voice was merely heard by few. A barren land with no trace, Of a single human face. I walked behind the fuming glow, Crossing the trees, the woody row. Shirin, I uttered with teary eyes, It's so painful, this disguise, Come to me, hold my hand, Let us again walk on the sand. The rainbow life was lost in clouds, Still for you, my voice is loud. Shattered hopes with a broken dream, Yes, a dream that leaves a beam, To light up dreadful nights for me, What on earth do I need to see? Each night with dreams of fear, Death, I smell you very near. Last night, I have seen again, Shirin, thy soul still yells in pain. It was never my fault o dear, I still smell you, feel you near. Those riotous tides had pulled you close, I ran perplexed, with the rose I brought to gift you, only you, But your soul was lost in blue. I jumped inside the vigorous sea, Just to hold you close to me. But I held your silent flesh, Wrapped inside the sandy mesh. Your soul had left me, left my earth, Somewhere to take a different birth. I still count days, count each dream, The day I too will cross the stream. And knock thy door in a different land, Away from waves of the mortal sand.