Old love.
How my mind runs on and on,
And wanders about aimless and deep.
How my heart wants to care and feel,
And beats pointlessly without your touch.
How my every breath breathes bare,
Which with you, was full of spirit.
How my eyes sees and stares,
Watching our memories on repeat.
How my ears hear your only voice,
Falling deaf on the commotion outside.
How wind forth brings pleasant air,
Reminds me of your scent, sweet.
How my skin misses your soft lips,
For want of an another kiss again.
How is it your soul remains warm?
Even on cold winter nights;
How is it your name remains alive?
Even if you're buried down beyond;
Because,
It's aflame with my yearning.
So much so,
That I pray I die too!
-Amogh Inamdar
