My bygone days of euphoria,
Not less incinerating,
To these forlorn days of present.
I scarch my mortal body,
With perpetual recollection of you,
A blanket of agony,
Keeps me safe from the flames of your thoughts,
And darkness Now Seems like a haven,
As it Keeps my breaths alive.
When I shriveling in the nook of my dark room,
She is discerning new courses of amity with her love,
I cannot help but imagine,
Mingling of those hands and intertwining of those fingers,
Those gazes, that once were my prerogative,
Now attornied to a new face,
I pierce my heart,
As it echoes with deep silences of its shattering.
Whenever I imagine him,
Stealing the elixir of her lips,
It buries me,
Every thought dugs me deeper,
In the silences of shallow grave.
Now I have had enough,
The pain would end,
Only where earth meets the heaven,
So, today, I want to renounce,
Either with her thoughts or this mortal truth.