I know,
This life of mine is too short.

I know,
That these Breathes are breathing,
Until the sky of my endless
Anticipations are awakened,
Under a certain living truth.

Beyond this, I wish to live more.
More, For the ink,
The bluish flowing fluid
Only Which,
Add colours​ to my
Very dusky present.

For the Glooming light
of evolving nature,
over my days and night.

The Actual craft of yesterday,
Over my present
that shall not end
Until tomorrow.

The resplendent, the gorgeous,
The Credulous way of known
Ways.

Any corner, any trace
of whom
Is not unknown to me.
I wish to live
And love the touch
Of that presence,
Very close to that closeness,
the unconventional,
The unconditional love of yours​.

So that this short span
Of my existence would
Find something more than
Worth itself.