Waiting

I could not say
of what i actually lost
 -where and how?
and
have not found thereafter.
 
poet lalon and Hason raja could have percieved  this  well.

The distant flowers  pouring fragrance,
the gentle wave touching the lonely shore
fire flies  
carrying  the  light -
cool and blue
could say something.

Sunshine gone
shadows fled
in this twilight zone
how would i translate my heart then ?

A morning bright
a lazy noon
or
a starry night could perhaps say but they do not.

I still  keep on
searching  the inconcievable
in a path
bending somewhere.