Absence

Week of togetherness flew in moments.
These months of absence seems like ages.
Beloved, I cannot survive your absence,
I will die in this hollowness without you;
but, even if I were to die in this agony,
Love, I want to see you still smiling.
Smiling, from the moment you rise,
in the morning, till the time you sleep.
From one moon to another moon.
Without fail, without a frown, real
Beloved, for if you were to cry, then,
my soul will also not survive the moment.
I will die another death, my soul will die
and I would not be able to see you
from that soul's eyes, even after death
my dying then would be in utter vain

Your absence has also gone through me
piercing heart like an arrow still stuck
with blood dripping through infinitely
with any attempt to remove it failing
Beloved, I carry your image in my heart 
and it is plastered on these imaginary walls
with each dripping drop from my heart
I do not see floor or walls, just your image

You know Love, this absence is hollow,
like the vast corridors of a ruined fort,
where, once life showed itself in glory
and today, all it has is scars to tell tale.
how much more pain, does this wounded
heart, of mine has to bear in this life
for how long do I need to carry with me
this half drawn arrow of your absence.