The story of my Love.....
it has long ago Vanished.....
from the mind of my beloved.....
what remains in the air....
is the echo in a Desert.....

 My wounded heart.....
has bled so profusely.....
the ashes are there.....
the remains of my Heart.....
and some smoke.....
still in the air.....

 The Valley of our Love.....
is looking so barren.....
a creeping silence.....
hanging in the air.....

 Painful screams of my soul.....
are heard on & off.....
some unsung songs.....
lingering in the Groove.....
where we used to sit.....

 A haunting melody.....
flowing with the Rhythm.....
touching the very core.....
a sigh can be heard.....
as the dark night comes.....
hugging this Lonesome Heart.....

 This loneliness of mine.....
is like a vast Desert.....
and the only thing.....
that is visible.....
is a Cactus flower.....
{the Heart of My Beloved}

 Time and again.....
I try to touch and feel.....
I really want to caress.....
and Hug it close to me.....
but the stinging Thorns.....
they pierce my fingers.....

 More pain follows.....
and pain is a state.....
of a lulling drunkenness.....
I live for this pain.....
Oh so dear to me.....
I don't want to share it.....
for it belongs to me.....

 Intoxicated with this pain.....
I smile a wistful smile.....
thinking of some moments.....
that were spent with you.....

 Thinking of those eyes.....
like deep oceans of Love.....
but oceans are now dry.....
the Love turned to Vapour.....
looking for some mountain.....

 When it will come to mountain.....
the cloud of the vapour.....
it will Rain in my Valley.....
and the Barren Valley.....
the vast Desert land.....

 will again be changed.....
to a land of Joy.....
I will smile to myself thinking.....
"How Green is my Valley....."
 

~Shashwat~

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