.RHYTHM OF SOUL.

a letter to my dead self

My love i want you to wash your heart,

With the water of patience,

So all this worldy expectations,

And there results can be washed away

From your heart 

I want you to rest, 

From what all you suffered from,

For every thing your beautiful rosy eyes cried for,

So that you could see that clear blue sky,

Then you will know 

Everything in this world is made of love,

Except love nothing will everlast,

You and i are dead for sure,

What we are leaving back is our eternal love,

Oh my love your presence is like,

East and west,

All this directions i run for you,

Cannot take me to you my love,

After crying 100 nights now i know 

You was always over me,

The sky and the moon you glared over times,

Took my to you,

I raised my hand to touch your face,

I realised this sky will fall by rain,

I know you don't want me to cry,

People here talk about the rainbow,

In your place, 

I don't think it's more beautiful than your grace,

Now iam blind,

All i want is to show this world my wings of love and fly to you 

I will fly with all my strength of wings,

To have no regret of pain,

What you saw from your eyes was not the real world,

But what i saw in your eyes was my world,

And now you closed your eyes forever,

And left me blind with no colours,

Your heart was my roof to live in,

When it stopped i have no where to live in,

Now iam living on the road side over Street light,

It's getting dark over every night,

Don't cry there ,

Because even iam gonna to die soon to meet you my love,

It's my last wish of death,

When i get into your world I don't want to see any treasure or any heaven of your world,

I want to see my world in your clear eyes,

Iam waiting for the arrow in this world to burst my heart,

I have pain with it's every beat,

How can it not stop with you,

For my love not enough to stop you,

Now it's been 100 years my heart still beats,

Now i realised why it still beats,

You are buried there,

Iam old now and sometimes my heart beats fast

Iam worried it's sound can disturb your sleep,

The soil from your grave is still in my left pocket,

It's odour is still the same the 1st day we met,

Iam sorry your favourite scarf is still with me,

I know its cold there,

I will get it for you with me soon,

Iam old now and there is no paper left me to write,

I promise you i will read it for you when we meet,

I want to read it look into my world,

I want to read it, i want to read it my whole life,

I promise i will read it...