Journal Entry: Sun Oct 7, 2012, 4:00 PM
O my unaware one,how can you know?
I, who am imprisoned for many, many
At the shoulders of your longings
In the cup of your aspirations
In your imprint,in your name,
All my horoscopes,all my ways,
All these signs of my writ
Stay stopped in your love
Sometimes inside the line of tears,
Sometimes inside the boundaries of stones,
Sometimes in the snare of ill-luck.
Many-a-colour burnt up due to the sun,
Many-a-moon faded down from the branch
Many-a-body burnt slow and melted
In the stay of your loves
In the door-and-roof-top of pain given by you
Somebody is fixed on the cross for a long,
In the night of your universe
In the evening of your multitude
You cannot know, how can you know?