Like a heart is nothing without its beat,
And dreams are nothing without the fire;
Just like them, once it were you and me,
But now it’s like the moon without its Poet-admirers.
Dear Friend, tell me;
Did we really had to meet this way?
Is this all that’s left for us to see?
Was it really urgent for you to go away?
But now, I wait for you to stand up,
And remind me of our signature shake.
Persuade me to stand straight up;
Until then, am here, waiting for you to wake.
Although my heart burns,
Yet, to come back, I won’t beg you.
For, am aware that life hurts,
But still I won’t pretend that I don’t miss you.
And I stand in these black raiments,
With withered memories racing in my head.
Constantly disturbed by these laments,
For, my heart lies in that casket instead.
And I keep my hand on your chest
With the hope to feel a faint pound,
Only to end up with the tears of helplessness.
For, all I get for a reply is a silent sound.
So now, I fare thee well;
Don’t you forget your way to the heavens.
Yet a thing more left for me to tell;
I look forward to meet you again.
– JAISMINE K.