Mansoor-and the lamenting stars(A passage)

In that part of mind, which is believed to be unconscious; also something dark, scary, merciless and terrifying beast, something unapproachable, untouchable and inevitably dreadful, is not how I find it . It is rather a pleasant and safe place, where I have hidden the most precious treasure of life, something, my heart considered blasphemy to mention or speak of ---A place where i can dwell alone and long, along the sandy coast of past, Where I have crafted a small boat, to set on voyage to explore all meek drafts of my heart---A place, which is believed to abandoned, but breathing silently reflecting; in mirror of eyes concealed, meekly, behind the stealthy veils of Modesty and maturity.--- A little shy kid, an emperor; who owns that abandoned apartment, a lonely and merry artist, who never lefts me alone, and, who, Stubbornly and unrestrainedly, undusts the old eroded carpets, to fulfil his childish wishes, to fly like birds, to dwell on the majestic peaks as Himalayan leopard and envies the fishes for their unjust superiority to explore the depth of rivers and oceans, far to distant and unexplored waters: to rejoice, what his misery once failed to afford.