In this painful hot summer,
you are being more cruel than the sun.
All the lines in my hand,
are being concurrent ,
just to form your name which has no meaning.
My thirsty heart wants to see your mirage,
even when it knows that it's false.
While walking on the path,
my legs turned towards you,
to give you a sip of my love,
even then when it knows that you will spit it.
I want to take a dip in the ocean of originality,
but now I can't swim.
I want to write my own name,
but I have forgotten all the alphabets.
I came close to you and went far from myself.
And after drinking this super saturated solution of pain,
my brain said , '' enough '',
my eyes shifted your image to the blind spot of retina,
and my heart said , '' get lost ''.