Memories have a thousand tales..
Pouring into the path of yearning,
And the story has details..
The details have a revelation..
Of pain, love, suffering, wound and hope..
And here I am..
Lost in the frost..
In the dream of being on your chest..
And we have a thousand way to meet..
In the middle of the exile of longing..
With thousands of wishes.
The dust of our purity,
And the misery of our human deprivation..
To burn the nuggets of fever,
Inflamed in the caverns of our chests
I have no memories but you..
They shall be here..