Something left unsaid,
Things stayed a mystery,
Your silence haunts me still,
Your presence still gives me a thrill.
Something left unspoken,
The words of wisdom and the language of love,
The song of love,
The play of passion,
Still burned, still played in our veins,
But, they were unspoken.
You left me on the crowded street,
Where I met everyone and let them greet,
I searched for you everywhere I went,
But, the world bent over,
I met at a thin line of dreams and reality.
The reality was harsh,
Thrashed my dreams and rasped away my breath,
The sword of it struck my soul,
Here on I growl in the dark pit of my grave.
My lover said, "I'm brave"
I don't know, lying in the grave, coming close to reality,
I met the gods of love,
One of them was you.
You imprisoned me in your prison called love,
I ended up with depression of the spell called love,
There you cast that magic spell,
Swell and eat away my body,
Munch away your lust, your thirst,
As my veins burst thrashed,
Washed away my love for you.
It's like hash,
You're that stash,
That lights on fire and shows me a thousand dreams,
But when it comes down,
Of the belittle frowned high,
I open my eyes and don't recognize….myself. © Ashraf Shaikh
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