:: reminiscences ::
Swirling, raindrops fall on glassy windowpanes,
Then dribbles and shrinks into countless pieces.
My life is scattered too into such floating veins,
Packed with memories in stanzas, lines, phrases.
Once in that woodland, in that mountain I sank
In desire, in ecstasy and in cries of numb heart.
Stirred, I sang my lyrical life on that riverbank
Where floats my emotions, my foremost part.
Thoughts aroused like sea waves that shrink
And left a scratch on those arid white leaves
With damp trunk’s pencil and emotion’s ink.
My heart gathers reminiscences in beehives.
- Osman Gani -