Nirman, Mine: *********************************************** Million tiny sparkles, Earth-bound, descending In long curly serene swirls, Flee stealthily and disappear Into the penumbra of night's bosom, From the eternal blaze, The feral fire within, raging, Clinging onto a decrepit rope Of a wasted hope and fancy, Like a dimming candle, doomed About to blow out its last glow Yet the eyes, that somehow Dare dreaming the impossible, Those frail fingers, that still Harbour a secret wish To caress your long thick hair, Like a curtain in your virginal room, About to be drawn as if To deflect the embers of passion And yet the lips, ever so young To embrace the gloom of death, With each gasp of breath, eager To cradle life's last fleeting moments: My dreams so far!