To You

Almost every morning brings you with it,as the legacy of yesterday --agony,devastated aspiration, miss-interpreted intentions of yours, all rolled in to a gloomy red ball engulfed in the thick fog of suspicion and unnamed apprehension. I don't know much about what you are to others and what others might be to you. But whenever I wake up in my prison cell, I find my heart turgid with somehow injected scorpion gel. Some other rare mornings too come, when the sky raptures with colours, with light and with oxygen, when I find the signature of some known rather pretty familiar domain on the rising sun. In your long absence, I have managed to create another 'you' within me to walk and talk with me roaming with me in my lonely ravine. For I know future holds no guarantee that I should meet you again to bow before you,to touch your feet to quench my pain!