Cold Fire

Either your hints were not that elaborate Or I failed to decipher The hidden connotation In either case We both are looser I have lost my sleep And you, your glaze When you are in the motherly Lap of dark night I measure distances among the stars Nevertheless it is doubtful Whether you too are sleeping Or waking the night like me Only difference is in the degree Of restive state of inner mind That must not be the case with you Yesterday I could not wake up Today you didn’t allow me to sleep I am missing the warmth Of tender touch And you, the virile grip of ecstasy How long would it prolong Remains to be seen One day, I am sure, You will tire up of waiting fruitlessly You are doing so curiously by now For me waiting is other name of love Which I shall have to do Till I live up What a painful thing is to love You are bound to fall short Enjoying the fleeting bliss Amidst the long waiting Unfortunately associated with it