I thought today, I won't think about you. Here I am flooded with thoughts about you. I thought today I won't sit near that door and wait for you to pass by Here I am, facing the same direction I thought today, not to give you that note. -The poem I wrote about you, how I feel about you. Here I am, Holding that note with me - in the book I read How can I be both? Exuberant and tired I am tired by the longing And exuberant by the love. Here I am, this is me. In madness- What sane people call it. Will you believe if I say my love is real? It is not surreal. Not surreal...but real. The difference- if you ask. I can't tell. Because while I am awake it's you on my mind. Even in my sleep it's you everytime. Vexed is nature, bored by my longings. They now have started to tease me. I thought today, I will find myself and stay strong. Here I am- lost somewhere. Gone for long.