Tears and Ashes

This is no sad poetry,

They are no lines written in agony

This is a story

Written without gluttony

Written without pride

Written without any obscurity…

The smokes twirled all around the room

Like flying snakes

The haze became art

Tears fell down without pain

Mind became free

The wings grew unknowingly…

The sadness disappeared 

The ashes became dust 

And flew all over me

Days of glory kissed my sunken cheek

It made me alive

I felt your silent whisper

I felt the frosty snow…

The tears fell into the ashes

And they flew away

Like those nameless smokes

Away from me, away from me…