Often I talk to my heart

Often I talk to my heart, it speaks about my past

Beats when the intellect sees us walking

Together holding hands in hands;

Cries out loud each time I walk alone.

It takes me to the untamed north

With a smell of counterinsurgency in its air,

Approaching me with a blow that crushes me again and again,

Absence of wrinkles in the forehead is though very rare.

It takes me to the frozen Alps

I feel my feet embedded deep into the ice,

Often have a utopia about you staring at me from a distance,

But can’t move an inch towards you.

It takes me deep into those foggy woods

With inauspicious screams of uncharted creatures all around.

I get distracted from my original path,

Feel the deficiency of light among those long, dense trees.

It takes me right into the middle of lusty deserts

I see nothing around, but the sand making variable textures.

It often leaves me with no reason to remain alive,

But still I seek for your presence; want to die in your arms.

However sometimes it takes me right into its own core,

I see your elegant face, smiling.

So perfectly crafted, perfectly molded.

I don`t want to be out, I feel so alive.