Immature Love

I've sat all the afternoon,
At the edge wall of my terrace.
till it became dark
From east to west,
horizon rubbed all the colors of day,
And make me feel the same.
it is the time to come back to my nest.

My deep dark room stopped me at the door,
as i unlocked it, i stunned!
it was like the truth,
be hard, harsh, regular and practical.
and my imaginary world was destroyed,
As i was being tuned.

I was being tuned like the Guitar,
I was being tuned like the Setar,
I was being tuned like the Esraj.
And i felt myself hollow,
dark and colorless,
as the dusk sky, I've just watched from my terrace.

When i was with you, my Darling,
i couldn't see the big sky,
i was so very much engaged seeing your face
and neglected every other thing, that's why.
i was a immature lover.
but now I've learnt;
it is better to be without you than with you,
as i can, now, see the enormous sky, from my terrace.

Author's Note

Guitar, Setar, Esraj : these are musical instruments.