Thought of the month of
November 2001

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The world has been gone for the hour to step in.
There are some crying in the empty streets of the empty hearts, And some others are leaving the crying to those who are lost! Lost in the shames of tomorrow, dreaming of what today could have brought, Lost for the centuries that will arrive, unrevealing the stems of the forgotten lust.

So what's left of it all, after the shining stars' dreaming illusion? What is there left of the rage in the rain; ... in the foggy crepuscule? What is left of the main power within?

I can still recall of its unborn memories. I can recall the souls running out of the desperate hearts. I remember the feeling of being the one to be in the hearts.

But love, as persistent as it may be, is just a fact and not a reality!
Love is just what it wanted to be.

I feel a need. The need to tell the Lord of these hearts hurting.
The need of talking of those hearts restless and of those short breaths.
The need of propagating myself and my life. To shout those words within.
To bring hell upon what is, in hope of the paradise that is awaiting!
And I am just waiting for your sign, Lord;
Waiting for a sign that will set me back on my course.
The course of Love and what will be if I could Love again.
The course of what is and what I wish it would show.
But in my deserted skies, there are just one kind of souls:
Those who have vanished from one's heart.

And there I shall remain. There shall I be.
There shall the future show its face to those feeling free.
In the space of absolute harmony,
Seeking a heart to settle its soul;
Seeking the remains of what was in hope of my future goals.

I am sorry if this came uninvited; but it came the same way to me right now and I felt the need to express it. I hope you understand. I actually know that you do.

Thanks for listening.

Farhad.