Feels heavenly to have
your shadows on my soul,
Imaging you in me…
Behold you so querulous,
pretending to be so apprehensive.
But not actually, I chuckled
Am hoping yon weird nights to recur,
Would feel again that mesmerizing
accent getting whispered.
Am not appetent to be eminent,
Just you know me, that’s the adequacy.
That each childish pretense
seemed so adorable.
Even the way you scolded,
Felt the sort of pampering.
Someone else eyed you,
Felt really eyesore. But
if seldom got the same pair glancing at me,
It felt like the most benign one.
Am not asking to endure lifelong,
But When I’m mentioned,
A single blush on your cheek,
would be more than enough
To strive the rest of the plight .
Now, waiting desperately for the moment,
The most overwhelming,
When the portraits in your mind
would be mine.
I moron, pretended a lot to get over you
But the freaky nostalgia killed perpetually.
Nevertheless , I’m baffled,
Could the era be reformed ?
Or would I have to release myself
from this insolent obsession ?
But feel glad to be in that silliness,
Rather than today,
When solitary is the only fellow.
And enormously tragic,
Years are leaping but
Dusks are too long to vanish…
After bearing a lot , Finally I got
It’s nothing than the illusion.
Then why the hell, heart is trying
hard to be optimist in vain ???
Closed eyes never let me to relieve,
And the open one makes me INSOMNIAC.