Whatever we have not achieved
so far, is heaven.
Whatever we have left behind is history.
Whatever we have already expressed
is now our silence.
Whatever we failed to articulate hitherto
All our piled up laughter
is now satire, self-deceit.
Whatever unhesitatingly we have gifted away
is our desire, passion.
Whatever we failed to fling apart
is our memory.
Whatever we have survived
is only a deep darkness.
Whatever we have bought so far
is the grocery of our selfishness...
Whatever we have not built so far
is our home.