why I m not aware of things going around...
why the air above me..feels like a thousand pound..
why am I standing motionless and still panting for breath..
why on my face..strange emotions wreath..
why do I feel you in my arms..standing here..
while miles apart..you stay somewhere,
Bedazzled I live..
all through the day, I strive..
when I see you..I shall cry or shall I smile??
I still dont know when i shall see you again..
when shall I cut loose my heart's blain..
when shall the requiem of our distance end..
when the pallid face of mine may not pretend..
The Gods be kind one day..
and they shall lets us make hay,
well thats what I keep asking the breeze
while I sit down in the lawn and sleep..
oh is it you whom I have been missing..
is it your memories that I have been reminiscing..
Motivation behind the post:
I wrote this two years ago, while I was alone and frustrated with the prevalent solitude.