The paradoxical thoughts
Which slip through my mind
Occasionally when I sit
Behind my table and look
At the words scribbled on the paper.
The words which do not
Make sense anymore
The words which drain my soul
The words which make me feel
Like I am a black hole
Amidst the gigantic universe.
These are the apothegem of Love
Which I wrote on the paper
Just to burn them again in the stove
And burn the memories of you
As if it was ever possible.