I love the winter in your eyes

Winter of my eyes
took flight
Did you see?
These are not the same eyes
colors of which you would patiently decipher
sitting under the sun
for hours
gray dreams refusing to dissolve
in waters of Lethe.

My hands clutch autumn now
My feet feel nostalgic
Spring in my veins crawls back

My eyes hid that one dream
in the rubble of countless others.
I had to.
Didn’t you see how they gazed?
They, who trampled our fields of saffron?
They who murdered the color
and smeared it on their foreheads.

We carry gallows around our necks
Do you hear the sound of fetters?
I may not write to you again
I need to find the key

I know you saw me
Carrying my heart in my eyes
I heard the rain rattling against my window
all night
You thought I wouldn’t know

What can I say?
I still carry you in my each sigh
But for now my love
I need to go
to carve epitaphs
With delicacy and precision
One dies
The other is born
They only give us numbers
But poets hate numbers
And in our country we are all poets
of loss
of memory
of madness

History has no time to repeat
It is unfinished where we live
Lingering

              
              Like you and me in that moment
              When near the creaking door
              that lead to orchards,
              My hem torn
              and those apples we gathered
              in my halam
              Your feet covered with leaves and ash
               I asked you, what will become of us ?
               You said, i love the winter in your eyes
                                                                -    UZMA FALAK