A Love Story that Dies Midway, but not the Love.
The skies cried. The emerald tears Froze on Earth. Note – This is a view from my window this monsoon. The water weeds &
I am addicted to you. Addicted to the searing pain Coursing through my existence When you caress My gaping wounds. In your absence I notice,
It’s time To take my leave. Starting tonight, Watch out for me When the dusk approaches. Look towards the skies As they light up gradually.