She chills me as the winter breeze,
Which I can feel everywhere in me.

What's my identity? Am I a broken soul?
Or a rhomboidally diamond fabricated of coal.
Perhaps I'm no one, so you define me please,
Make me alive or curse me till I freeze.

To illume the earth,
The sun has to be burnt.
This instance is known,
So I too learnt.

That I shall be scorching,
When you would leave.
Infact, I would be hindered,
But bestow my wish to relieve.

Thinking how would be the eve?
When my eyes would have tears,
And no vigour in my sleeve.

Then a liquid which is ignobly famed,
Would be complice of mine.
Would console my heart in this way,
So I can weep and whine.

Someone spacial asked me, why do you love?
No words I said, since I keep her above.
She is the someone and the someone is the she.
I was mum perhaps she could hate me and flee.
So I decided no to open my mouth and let her be free,
She loves me or not, but I do, is a different plea.
Thus I thought don't let the issue unfurl,
Because she has been my precious pearl.
To conceal my agony, was my decision,
So that it will emerge our new horizon.

Last night, dreaming of you,
To me, my heart informed.
That your lips are so good,
For a french kiss to be performed.

In the very enigmatic dream,
You appeared as a doll of wax.
There was nothing but a scene,
We were clinging to the wall of ***.

I woke up early in the morrow
Due to clamor in my head.
I was distressed, gooey and restless,
It was the illation of what she said.

She said that she couldn't be with me,
The reasons were painful and dolorous to me
Burning in the flame of the anguish and parting.
Obligate enough was me, as she departing.

O lord ! How should I tell her, my sufferings?
She has been my passion, soul and other things.
You form match, It is saith,
So make her in my faith.

Else show me the way, how to forget her?
But think about me also, doest it better?
If this err you did, I won't spare myself,
If I manage some how, but what will happen to my elf?

O paramour ! Will melt myself for your delight,
So that I'd stay weak and you be might.

I would go meaningless for the whole life,
And may you be someone's loving wife.

Would carry loads of your blames lifetime,
No clarification, write only a weeping rhyme.

I'm happy without you, is not a fact,
Would achieve a lot but be always lacked.

If you still accompany me but I can't be,
As it always rings in my brain, that you hate me.

It doesn't mean I don't miss you,
Perhaps it should be a good adieu.

I always devote you like my muse,
And through my poesy would make readers amuse.

You forget me but I'd never,
Drape your dignity ever and forever.

I always would be bitter like a neem tree,
And heal other's deseas to make them free.

You forget and miss me never,
But I Keep loving you forever,