Khadija Rupa

From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear,to the old end, to the new beginning,you have lost me everywhere.

Please don__ tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home.

How could she be someone__ mistake?

When the twilight of all my evenings reaches me, after a long dark day, my complicated thoughts suffocate inside all of my uncomplicated longings. Evenings refuse to end. And the dawns that constantly swallow up my nights, always shows me an extremely long road I still need to tread, and discover. And get hurt.

And they can__ understand, what hurts more_ Missing the other person, or pretending not to.

Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever.

Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems,play all around,you will find me there.

Just as the way sun is behind the moon__ light reflection, I know that everything which comes into my life, or every thing I notice, I see, I hear, has a story behind it. And that story connects it to me. So I become curious to know these back stories. And the more I know them, the more I know myself, each time in a different way.

But I hope you don__ feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache. Remember, you always will be.

Like a forgotten old photograph, this dream will stay pressed, between the pages of a book you don__ feel like reading anymore.

Do you ever wonder, do you, why I loved you for such a long time, and still didn__ really know you?

Through my seeking of what is beyond beautiful, of what is intriguing, of what is free from all imperfections and wrongs, I realise my soul is not from here. I belong to a different place, from a different world, a different existence.