And it makes me sneeze,
'Cause it's no sea breeze,
So frigid it makes me freeze,
The cold gives me a crease,
It makes me yearn for cheese,
Makes me long for her please,
But I must not be a ******.
I will bake some cookies,
'Cause I have all the keys,
I will have to eat 'em alone,
'Cause now she is gone,
Yeah now she is gone,
Will I enjoy eating my cookies,
I doubt it now and I feel dumb.
Now gone with the wind,
She came like a whiff of fresh air,
Removing away all the smiles,
So distant by the miles,
Will I wait for her now?
I will wait for her till I age more,
The more I age the more mature.
Call me mad or ******,
Or maybe just a flower,
But I'll stay a lover,
All my life I stay for her,
And I won't call her back,
I don't need her back,
I have the memories.
Over the crescendo in calm,
My ears ring with blood flow,
I won't let my face droop low,
There will only be much pain,
Not will there be any gain,
I was born to lose it all,
My dreams get scattered like pearls.
Happiness dies in diminuendo,
But still failing to pour as tears,
Time is among the best teachers,
Surely among the worst cheaters,
Maybe it's a cycle most ridiculous,
As well as the one most obvious,
Sorrow is born again in my life.
If only I could write it all away,
It would have been much easy,
To prevent my head from the sway,
I feel my fingers trembling,
My joints too have started paining,
Much more to be lost is my sight,
But still would stay alive my vision.
My HP Poem #699
©Atul Kaushal
