A Love Story

Have not asked much, still attached to you with subtleties, I wanted freedom from you, For removing stings from the flesh. Anxiety was the darkest color of floating buds on lake. Sitting on the edge of panic, I started counting the waves. Mixed emotions always subtract a smile Just lonely, I went for the swim in rimless agony. Have not heard much of you in ages. Still memories crop up for a while. I wanted nemesis from you. Talking of blue and white clouds love has many moods. Devastated by a burning moon I was wishing a watery burial. SATISH VERMA