At eleven past twelve,
(beautifully one following the other)
I lie here, under the stars,
With every possible ache,
Eating my heart and soul,
******* marrow from my bones.
Turning ashes out of my body.
Oh how pity!
The feet lies with the same blisters,
I was talking about.
My heels pain, out of the burden,
Carried all day.
Tired is my soul,
Tired is my hope..
Dead is my desire to live,
To wake up, for survival.
No arms wrap me tonight,
No chest lie so close,
But only cold tonight.
How I forgot, the clock strikes same,for us both.
It is for you, now,
Eleven past, thirty three minutes,
For me too.
You must have been dreaming,
In your sleep.
And my soul half awake,
Half dead of all the pain.
How I dreamt of holding on to you, to sleep.
And, how I lie here, paralyzed (of mind for now).
How you promised to count stars for me,
To not forget, once we lived the same.
Its not the same forever, I guess.
To change, is moving ahead.
And dear,
Let us lie separate under the same sky!