I don’t know why the rest of life should worth breathing, when you are away and will be.

I am thinking about you under the rains drizzling over the night. Night beats me and I beat my thoughts. Nothing changes. I don’t get old, days shorten not and no winner there is.

I can’t close any door I pass. Thinking  that you may come after me. Only if you did. Only if you came and pull me back , slap on my face ,  look into my eyes with your fiery eyes and ask : What are you doing Muhammed? What the hell are you doing ?