wishful thinking

in another city
you take a deep sigh
short of breath, i turn in my sleep here

or may be not
may be
all is but a wishful thinking
i turn, but may be you do not sigh

but i turn, in this city, and think of you
every night

letter written in early summer

all my thoughts

with blue ink

i wrote them on paper

i wrote about faith, hope and dreams

about fairy morning and midnight breeze

i wrote about those beautiful moonlights

about ponds full of water lilies, about heart full of love

i wrote and wrote

till my heart was empty

and the paper, full of my heart

later

i folded the paper into a kite

and let it fly away, away in the sky

since then, the sky has always been blue

blue as the ink mark blotting my heart