Realm of taunting tiny episodes;
(You) Sewed my heart with thorns,
Into my eyes of deft swordplay;
I was bruised (by you) wondering;
If falling again in love was a farce?
So it’ll be – Loneliness my sad paramour!
Passing clouds I felt of love;
Monsoon deluge (you) presented self,
The (my) decision to drench and drown;
Left sun burnt involving strange denial,
I, existence was a mere language;
Your presence, I, a refreshing poetry.
When reality seems inseparable with you;
(you) Disappeared into a fickle dream,
Restrained from thought, (I) smile of wailing;
Shackled from pride, (I) bounded away from suicide.
A lone traveler of immortality;
(your) Persisting shadow stalled my questions,
A seeker I switched for truth;
You descended as an angel of life,
Showered with me the love of (your) words;
And when that love sneaked in me;
(I) Professed, perpetuated, beseeched;
Alas, never knew that you existed in another heart!
