Chapter 1
Can never meet you whenever my heart wishes so
But I can surely remember every heartbeat in your presence
Must be an incident, went and came in wavesOf who's departure, does my heart ache upon?
What irony is this, that the one I love the most makes me cry?What gift is this, that after all I am, i get to be with you?
Belittle's me, my own poems, as I pull my hair in disgust
My existence is not merely what words could digest
A devoted lover roams the alleyways aimlessly A faint echo of grief kept revisiting relentlessly
No walls can capture me but my own heart's
No medication can save me but my beloved's heart
A crescent moon rose above her house, in awe of her being
Words poured from my pen, in appreciation of her being
My fow and fellow is my grief, all I could call a 'friend'
Noose around my neck everyday, and I'm the one who ties it's end
