Oh my little Princess

When your shadows drop to recall you

When in the cold winter you need warm words to feel the heat of intimacy

When on the road of alienation and apathy you reach to the dead end

When the castle of beauty crumble in the blizzard of harsh heat

When the beams of wisdom shine nothing but darkness

When the ship of last hope leave the Island of faith

When dust pour fog to hide the utterance of visibility

When the waves upon waves smash the shoreline of loneness

When the dragons of stinks inhale even the last breadth of your life

Than remember the old tarnished drifter –

One who begs nothing but non-worldliness for the eulogy of banality of being-?

Remember ….lost winds never return

Remember “Time and tide wait for none”

Neither….. Do vagabonds

Remember…..

Remember ……..

Remember ……………….

Before ……you forget yourself…… in the mist of illusions…..