I don't actually know why I went there..
Eying the beautiful ivy sprinkle with rains
With an untold grief,  murmuring a miserable tale..
I felt something, turned around,
And there was you.
A smile on both faces.
A sorrow in both hearts.
It was the time to get apart.
A short meet, a short story,
Head full of questions
Wanting to ask you and the fate-
"Then why have we met?"
Stealing your words, I ask - "So, you're finally departing!?"
Stealing my tears, you cry - "Oh my dear!"
The first and last feel of your hands grabbing mine ,
The impression of bitter and sweet wine ,
Marked the end and forever I whine

I've cried all sunless mornings
Trying to heal my soulless body
Breathing my miserable fears
Living in this dead world,
Plucking the thorns of dried roses
My bloodless hands red
And my lifeless thoughts beautiful
Someday a sun may rise
My lifeless mornings end
Maybe my griefs someday fleet
Maybe my scars someday fade
Maybe we someday meet
Maybe we stop to hate.

Staring at the deep blue sky
But with not my deep blue eye
And I still see it, oh my!

Listening to the sharp thunder
But with not my sharp ear
And I don't believe I still hear!

Sensing the lustrous moonlight
But with not my lustrous skin
And I still feel it in!

Writing this beautiful poem
But with not my beautiful hand
And the poem's still not bland !