I've been cheating on you.
I keep my window open at night.
The window by my feet.
Wind blows in through it sometimes,
very occasionally.
Taking me by suprise each time,
when you aren't around to give me any.
His softness against my bare legs replaces you.
Tingling caresses console me
so i don't miss your embrace.
I hear your name in his voice,
and your warmth in his touch.
You should know, my love,
that your absence i feel
as much as i do your skin,
your bones and your soul.

Your touch is not physical.
It is a sliced off portion of your self,
that soaks right through my skin,
leaving behind throbbing pangs for more.

You will never know the depth of my misery.
I beg for your every breath to find its way through me,
for your every step to be walked with me.
I yearn for your every word to be said to me,
and your very vision to be fixed into mine.
Your mouth must taste nothing but my flavour,
your ears must shun every sound but mine.
Only then shall my spirit be moved
even an inch away from this mess of a bondaged life.

I wish that my nimble fairy would pop
right out of my dream and with a wave
of her wand around send me back
into your comfortable arms like yesterday,
where i belong.

There is a Pearl in my palm,
I like to keep It there, and there It likes to stay.
It looks like purity and feels like eternity.
The Pearl is unknown to the World.
And knows nothing of the world.
It knows no discrimination, and no violence.
I have found true freedom in its being.
It is meant to roll along the infinite road in all of its traits;
not stagnate in my grip.
It is meant to soak up incredible light,
not hide in the darkness of my grasp.
I cannot think of letting It go; It is my only source of joy.
But I cannot hold on to It either-
A crushing end is all my precarious hands have to offer!