As I don’t want the
lights of a luminaries other than you,
Also, I do not believe
anyone else is capable enough,
To drive away the
gloom of my inner stuff.
As they pierce my
lovelorn soul with their cruel touch,
The soul that misses
the reflection of your kind gleam,
Cannot be satisfied
by any other celestial beam.
I fear its
presence might aggravate my misery.
The raindrops, the
cool breeze are the opponents,
To my grief stricken
soul, affection hungry heart.
Things related to
love, happiness, smile or light,
Fun, merry making,
entertainment or delight,
Are
unacceptable, useless and poison for me,
When the one I
wish to share them is not with me.
The absence of anything
or anyone does not matter for me,
What matters most
for me is to be or not to be with thee.
I nurture you in
me, closing my doors for the rest of the creation,
If you feel this
truth, come to me for my gratification.
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