If you are gone, why should I live?
It is so repulsive that I could not even think of separation from you. I am scared.
Separated from you, I try to live in a reclusive exile from your memories, but in vain.
Perhaps you couldn't understand me or I couldn't express myself.
There was only this choking, suffocating scrupulous silence to keep us at distance.
Now you are gone without knowing that I kept on and on and on thinking about you and still do so.
And I am here without any desire-yet longing for your affection, without any hope-yet hoping to meet you one day, without any aspirations-yet aspiring to be your eternal lover.
It is so repulsive that I could not even think of separation from you. I am scared.
Separated from you, I try to live in a reclusive exile from your memories, but in vain.
Perhaps you couldn't understand me or I couldn't express myself.
There was only this choking, suffocating scrupulous silence to keep us at distance.
Now you are gone without knowing that I kept on and on and on thinking about you and still do so.
And I am here without any desire-yet longing for your affection, without any hope-yet hoping to meet you one day, without any aspirations-yet aspiring to be your eternal lover.
4 comments:
Quite impressed. Sensitive writing about an issue that can become cliched easily. Is there any relation to actual pain of separation? Just curious. Sorry if I intruded.
Swati Ganguly
abe frustu tu sala eternal frustu rahega :)
Anyway very wel written !!
Hi maam,
Well, we all experience the pain of separation. One experiences it in many ways. I tried to express something of that.
Thanks for your liking it.
Regards,
Chaitanya
Hi BlindMan,
Who are you? Seems you are an old acquaintance.
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