THE OBSESSION

I missed you ,as you went away,
And blocked the door on my face,
Without uttering a single word,
Or hearing anything from me.

You left having all your pains buried in your heart.
May be you did not held me in confidence,
Or maybe you never think me worth sharing them,
Or perhaps you are ignorant of my concern for you,
It's my fault I never showed my obsession for you.

Each day, each night, each hour, each minute,
I searched here, there, everywhere,
Waited with wet eyes, anguished but expectant heart,
As I knew you were not gone forever,
You would be back to me I was sure.

I went to you and be your friend,
Moved by your truthfulness, honesty and simplicity,
And I knew you too were fed up of them,
Their treachery, tricky and hideous moves,
And were in the same circumstances as I was.

No one else we should be so serious about,
As none else is so keen in or concerned about  us,
Hence we must care and share our emotions,
Why you preferred to cry behind the closed doors ?
 You should know you are mine and I am your asylum.

You came back to my world today,
You gave me the peace and pleasure I was craving for,
You opened up the door of your heart in front of me,
I have no more wish left unfulfilled,
I have forgotten my pain and grief of being deserted,
Be assured you will get the pleasure of being with me,
And the significance and respect you always deserve.

I know you  returned to me because,
You missed Pradipta too.