Love WreckageShahid AzadThe rain pours and a heavinessgreater than the continentFills the place that looks so horrid and desolate.Trees emit sighs for timeswhen their leaves rustled as versesin rhythm, rhyme and harmony.Deep stillness speaks in soundsknown to none but to him.And he----- he listens, moves around, mumbles and stumblesIn howling hours of a dark, musty night.Lightening strikes to lit the scene.An endless vista of wreckage laid out for him.He stares atHeaps of crippled vows , shattered memory glasses ,rotten soiled dreams,gifts bruised and rusted, fallen hearts and broken beams,scanty scattered words, lumps of willy sneaky smiles,garbage left of lies and grief, letters torn and burnt to ashes,passion in tatters limping around--all a lost treasure soaked in disbelief.It rains and rains and wreckagescreeches, scratches and wailsunder his heavy boots.Suddenly he slips and falls as a wasted log.A sharp tin edge cuts at fingers and blood drops oozeLying on a slimy soilHe picks a muggy white paperand puts on the thin bony finger to balm the wound.In a flashlightening and thunder roar together.Faded and dewy words on the paperpop out and blink as an ancient script."Santiago---Love you"Deadened eyes swarm with starry waterstwinkling and winking.and smile back at his scar.And then almost immediatelyBlackness falls again.He stands up and steadies himselfHead bowed and slow-pacedWith a paper getting red in bleeding fingershe heads back to oblivion and disappears..Behind himIn Wreckage tortuous streetsthe wind whistles,weeps and sweeps.