Yesterday, when we met
we were different
it was then I loved you
today when we met
we will be different
and love for you remains
tonight we will sleep
to wake up tomorrow
as different beings
yet I know this much
that my love will remain
irrespective of my life
or my being dead
my desire for you
remains extinguished
it burns in me deep
since it transfered to me
after I saw your heart
and the fire that it carried
ignited me like dry leaves
now I burn each moment
waiting for you to come
bringing your tenderness
only that can now contain
this raging fire that burns me
Love, there is no one
no one else that lets
this desire breathe
in my heart in soul
and yet you watch me
from a distance burning
unwilling to come over
here and extinguish it.
Love, how else do I live
without your presence
for the fragrance lasts
till the rose is near
till shadow of rose remains
else numerous thorns exist
that remain on the branch
but never close to rose
to carry its essence with them
Love, I do not live anymore
I die each moment
to be born again and again
in each breath I recollect
the vague memories of you
that fade with each
passing minute without you
only to be refreshed
with your tenderness
that lives in my dreams
waiting for you to come
and refresh them again
we were different
it was then I loved you
today when we met
we will be different
and love for you remains
tonight we will sleep
to wake up tomorrow
as different beings
yet I know this much
that my love will remain
irrespective of my life
or my being dead
my desire for you
remains extinguished
it burns in me deep
since it transfered to me
after I saw your heart
and the fire that it carried
ignited me like dry leaves
now I burn each moment
waiting for you to come
bringing your tenderness
only that can now contain
this raging fire that burns me
Love, there is no one
no one else that lets
this desire breathe
in my heart in soul
and yet you watch me
from a distance burning
unwilling to come over
here and extinguish it.
Love, how else do I live
without your presence
for the fragrance lasts
till the rose is near
till shadow of rose remains
else numerous thorns exist
that remain on the branch
but never close to rose
to carry its essence with them
Love, I do not live anymore
I die each moment
to be born again and again
in each breath I recollect
the vague memories of you
that fade with each
passing minute without you
only to be refreshed
with your tenderness
that lives in my dreams
waiting for you to come
and refresh them again
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