I have no memory To recall my love once again I didn’t forget anything about Love and passion Dream and hope I know, all are illusion And, still it remains the same As the time flows down All the reflected glories of love Fabricated through the pages With make-believe words And lines decorated with False narratives, keep me engaged Like the weary travelers Keep going with swollen feet Dreaming for the lost oasis And here, standing alone As ever in this no-man’s land Like the single moon forever Without any memory Without any plan Without any rest Waiting for the miracle Waiting for it everyday On the pebbled shores above the crystal-clear ocean of human tears dead souls are still walking around the buried graveyards with fragile skeletons of betrayed loves, and forlorn memories even beyond the steep hills of pain and grief of anguish and anger like the roaring seas like the desperate breaths of the dying patients before the ultimate moments it is hard to accept the truth it is hard to face the singularity, without anyone anything anywhere anyhow it is too hard to accept the defeat and the shame the sufferings and the pain with blank eyes and empty vision with lost hopes and broken hearts