(for Mr. Kawsar, my friend) br br Dear, won’t we walk hand to hand.... br this evening’s tiresome travel, br travel through this path with dim delight? br br .....................................weary we are br puzzled with blinks of puzzled lights br puzzled I and puzzled you br puzzled within blinks of darkness’ sight br br ......bright times(!) ours’ on a café table or on a park bench br endless searching for meaningless meanings br and eccentric excitement we have, and drawing artful art and...... br tend to nothing to nothingness to numb nerve br to negotiate with clichés of life..... br br Oh desperate dreams br Oh deadly desires br I am undone.......... br ...........I am undone br ................................ br my roses that amaze my heart br spread their wings and fly to the yonder sky br and restless I am in my earth br suffering and suffering and suffering............ br br Dear, don’t you see the destroyed castles? br don’t you feel the dreams murdered in your home? br buds torn in your garden? br birds flued within your yard? br br .......and paranoid I am........and paranoid you are.......