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!
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