The way

By deceiving yourself
over and over again,
You left our bye lanes
tired and torn to pieces.
You left so much darkness in me....
and with all these
I am writing my letter to you :
My darling,
I am looking for that last lane
beside which
thousands of maples grow.
We play hide and seek there
for self destruction.
I found you behind a tree naked,
In your body there were
some unknown curves
that you even didn't know.
I walked there in the submerged dusk
and loved only then
my solitude glowing.