IN SEARCH

“Your decision to write stems from a tragic event
and hopefully will blossom into something great.
You have to make it a good day.”

“But Abbu…”
“No!”
“Abbu, it is not fertile!”
“Grounds?”
“Nothing but committed”
“Celebrate it with blue and green.”

Dear 2002, why did you brought me into this cool prison?
What was your motive?
Where is he, my beloved?
I have to go back! He must be getting frantic now.

No answer, I wonder! Only deafening silence.
The way to my heart looks fraught.
“Sky won’t send him back,” said my friend
“HE WILL!”

“Abid, fretting like this won’t succeed.
When would you use your friable mind? His soul took fright and went away… “
“Shut up! Your words have worn frigid air.
I want to have her glimpse with my clement eyes. She is…”

“Her? She? What madness is this?
Such statement is putting the burden on the resources and budget of your mind.”
“Love is the chosen state of a person
In which he wishes to act and
Solve the problems which he can’t solve in collaboration with his fellow beings.”

“Lost your mind, eh?
Was he born on the same year, 2002?
And are you going to celebrate your birthday or not?
“Yes! Only if I find him “
“These words are gilding the surface of your madness!”