|Pic Credit- Anwesha Saha.|
I stutter, I stumble;
On some days, I sway along the breeze of your presence.
I sink in, I'm stifled;
I choke on my words and my thoughts go astray,
But I don’t really mind.
The nights are long, the sceneries grey,
But I still do not mind.
There are days on which I mock my own emotions,
My apathy consumes me in huge proportions.
But maybe not as huge as my obsession,
Maybe not as perilous as this desperation.
So, I have set my longings free;
I have calmed the storms in me.
But you, my dear, will forever be
My unfinished poetry.