In a room of empty glasses,
I see your face in the refractions of light,
Bringing out life from every caricature of imaginary silhouettes,
Housing a whole new universe in the shadows of night.

Stars have been smudged on walls,
And wishes had been written on windows,
Since the daylight escaped the room a long time ago,
gone to hold hands with cloud and walk in meadows.

I sit here, on this empty chair full of unoccupied feelings,
touching some part pieces of your memories,
which Likely to sob with warm but blue colors,
pouring all the love in this bowl which is failing to carry it.

I miss our last touch, happened on that day,
Chilly morning of winter and warmth of your hug,
Carried away by time on to the shore of distance,
Here I fighting time to be with you in this disbalanced jug.

Can I sing for you? along with the mild voices howling in a high pitch
In a garden of sunflowers underneath my skul of head,
Covered by the drapes of your smile and laughter,
I believe it is just a mirage of my brain coz I am just lying on my bed.