Horizon reflects within the sea,
as you all over me.
My friends can observe you within the soul of mine,
like the celestial light of the Moon into the bosom of the earth divine.
We are far but attached together like the earth and the sky.
Though you're three hundred km. away but I can smell your aroma nearby.
They are coexisting
like the earth and the far sky,
split by horizon.
I'm still a captive of memory.
It's like I am re-reading an ancient diary.
That decade-old loss still haunts me,
in my dream every night I see
that I am losing thee.
But you have already gone
to the unknown.
And I'm still here, can't flee.
Your absence still hurt me.
Your love is still as fresh as a new day,
still as firm as the Sun.
I am nourishing it still,
I will die with it may!
I can't convey, I can't say.
The only thing I can do is,
I can write with my whole heart,
that's my way
to continue this life of dismay.
No new wound can ever hurt me,
as your absence gnaw me.
I don't know when this nightmare will stop chasing me!
When I will stop seeing that,
I am getting back you every night in my dream and losing thee!
I'm still a captive of my old favorite memory.
Which I am re-reading,
into which I'm re-living,
like a drunk, still addicted to thee.
Don't know when I can move on
when I will be succeeded to flee!
Still a captive of your memory.
I keep talking to you every day,
& never get bored by hearing you.
I keep laughing at your every joke
while teasing each other through.
I keep scolding you like,
"not a little work is done by you?"
You keep scolding me like,
"what will I do with this silly girl,
a little, angry baby of me,
without me how will you make your survival?"
Your baby girl has grown up all of a sudden,
now she doesn't show anger often.
Your absence makes her very mature.
Now here is no sign of that pampered,
no sign of that immature.
Now she can walk alone.
Now she knows how to wake up on her own.
Now she wakes up all of a sudden,
doesn't wait for the warm kiss to make her awaken.
Doesn't wait for the constant alarm of yours,
but wakes up smilingly after wiping those tears,
which only pillow knows.
This long one year without you
though sometimes was unbearable,
but sometimes I feel like I'm with you.
Though you have gone to the unknown,
years before;
But I never adieu.
And still, my bedsheet smells like you.
When I was 13,
I fell in love
Had no idea,
What it will take me through
Yet unknown to this new feeling
Just had fun with that crazy guy
Whom I used to call mine
Jealousy used to kill me
When he used to talk about other girls
Yet I was unknown to this new feeling
While others used to call love
We used to be partners in crime
Forcing him anyhow to stay on my side
And I used to be in his tribe
Whenever I needed him,
I used to call him at that moment right
Same age, same class took me on a long trip
Of which I had to return one fine day
Then finally I realised what it was
But accepted it as it was
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