within the range of your eyes

with the residue of love

like the mist descending

in your heart:

-is my walk!

and still I’m walking

with the lonely steps

of every single person on earth.

-from down memory lane......

 

is love haunted always by betrayal?

like dusk masking the sky?

or we make the error to fathom

each other's terror?

decide to cover up the past

with the blankets of disbelieves!

-from down memory lane......

 

walking down the earth we look around;

for our inward sun

with dying shadows

or mourn over our

lost desires :

like the lonely desert

for a drop of primordial rain!

-from down memory lane...