#kishore
How much I love you,
This I know not.
But never I can survive,
Separated from you.
Someone else looks at you,
This heart gets jealous.
It then gets difficult for me,
To manage my heart.
I must then make efforts,
Stone hearted I must get.
What you would know,
How much I love you.
I have often seen people,
They bear separation.
How they bear it I don't know,
Each day far feels a year.
Since how long I wait for you,
This I know not.
But never can I survive,
Separated from you.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
If I don't attain you after 6 years,
I'll turn a hermit for sure, so sure.
A hermit entire life I'll despise it,
I'll bunk society for sure, so sure.
The society will bear the blame,
Apart from me it is responsible.
For your scary future decision,
I will lead the life of an ascetic.
Turning a patient seems better,
Leading a loner's life is awful.
Would be calling me life-long,
A traumatized stalemate state.
This is no blackmail but truth,
Bitter it may seem but it's better to turn a hermit if I don't get you.
Because achieving is love for me,
Silent love is not my thing dear.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC