I wrote this poem when my younger brother died due to clinical depression. He was in love with a woman who left him for another. He never recovered from this betrayal. On his last days, he stopped eating and drinking. He …
… I would ascertain keenly
the trace of unseen madness
In the fold of his immobile face
In his eyes that showed only emptiness!
… I wanted to open all doors
So the wind blow through his hair.
I would fake that sky was blue!
In and out, everywhere, I stare!
… Then I laughed at my own vision.
I could stop it, if I had only known
That there was a coast laid behind the doors
And there were many who felt very alone.
… Everything white and you were pale.
You were dressed in white, standing in dark.
And avidly should I see
Your slender, transparent body in spark…
…Then we saw together
The beauties such as sky and man
Which were mirrored deep in our eyes.
We had no way out of that projected plan.
… How strange that in this world
I only saw you, heard your song
But you were not a song, you were a man
An insomniac man for so long!
… that light that reflected from you
Was an obscure light
Which rose slowly like a fire.
And burned me all the way to bone.