Love,
I know not of life's consequences,
for if life knew,
and fate knew too,
life would no longer be the same,
and neither would fate.
Love,
its astounding to hear
that one can leave one's love
aside
in the vain hope of finding another
But maybe sometimes
the truth is tons heftier
and a lot uglier than we ever imagined
and that it was all true
what they said in the fairy tales
that Romeo never embraced Juliet
and Majoon never felt Laylee
in real life
it was all to be told in fairy tales
And maybe sometimes
its sorrow religiously impinges onto a humble pen
such as this
more twisted than my tongue
that takes a fancy stroll in the midnight hour
with the lamp oil almost finished
for some fresh air
to release the depression
of a tired mind that can no longer endure
searching in vain
something that can only be bought
with a currency whose least coin is courage
And maybe
these fairy tales
are only for you and I
to comfort and to soothe
these wounded souls
that it was not at all in vain
that it was worth the journey
however bumpy and abrupt the end
or end to be
And maybe
there is love
and life
beyond the shadows of these huge mountains
or fields afar
that we never considered worth delving into
some life that cannot be torn apart
that is real
and full of real people
with a sun brighter than that of our own
a music more in tune than that of our own
with its birds singing aloud in their heavenly
flight
where there is relative peace and quiet
a chance to live again.
And maybe sometimes,
we are meant to be cruel
only to be kind
and we are not destined to be together
and that we ought to come out of this fantasy
and say no to futile tears
and say yes to the ongoing caravan of life
and embrace it fully
And maybe sometimes
for one's lack of clear brevity
a cowardly act is courageous enough
and maybe sometimes
-sometime-
you
my love
can forget
and forgive
for isn't this what love is all about?
And if you ever thought of it as a waste,
you only need to look back
over your shoulder
and you'll find
the long trail of sweet memories that you and I
are part of
and you'll see me smiling once again
like old times
that have long gone by.
Khashayar Lessan,
Manchester, March 27th 1996