Although I do not see you, I love you
If I see you I’d have to see you smile
For no smile is much surreptitious
And no one, have I loved more erstwhile
My struggle is harsh and return is vague
And my journey and harbor is passion
The unchanging earth has drained my soul
And life among people lacks compassion
Before I leave, I wish to see you once
So that I can carry your smile with me
If my hands get bloody, my soul tainted
In that dark hour will your smile save me
I’m afraid of going too far to return;
For I’ll become heavy and immobile
But I will love you in this fire and blood
And I will be the keeper of your smile.
There is but your name that echoes
In the empty halls of a broken heart
A lot has been risked for your presence
But much less has been done on your part
The fault, then, is not in our stars
It’s in the very choices you’ve made
For you prefer inaction over drive
Because you’re tired of love that fades
And I shall seek you endlessly, for
I am a moth, and you’re my flame
Knowing that I’ll burn at your touch
I return, for you’re a fire; untamed
We shall meet again in this life or next
When we’re free from worldly burdens
And I shall remind you of my love
As I know for sure; its win is certain
I write, in the name of my beloved
The one who I found on an open knoll
Whose attention caused dire consequences
Reigniting asleep flames of my soul
I speak of what saves, yet has destroyed me
I speak of my unparalleled devotion
I speak of the sole purpose of this life
I speak of a misunderstood notion
I have much recognized your decision
And hold it in deference to my rue
You pursue the unrequited for one
And I pursue the unrequited for you
Lest you become weary along the way
Just know that I will forever seek you
So I make a promise to be your home;
Vow, to which I shall ever remain true
Why is my love for you, dyed in wool?
What is the hindrance to moving on?
Why in love have I been made a fool?
What’s been causing this oblivion?
Why is thought of you, ever-present?
What’s keeping me from forgetting you?
Why is the sight of you magnificent?
What’s it you possess than others few?
A slow fire burns deep within me,
And keeps my curiosity at high
I question these puzzles so direly,
To philosophy, a pleasure – wry
If all life has led me to this point,
To make me but a mere proponent
Then, from this day to my last moment,
Just you and love, are my argument.
Shall I speak of the consequence
One, that your attention causes?
Words you utter keep me stunned,
My heart stops up at your gazes.
I am known to have just one gift;
To feel things with intense passion
Yet it happens to consume me;
A divine fire, I cannot abandon.
In sleepless nights I sing to you
A song, however, incomplete.
On bright days I write you letters;
Ardent proses, yet bittersweet.
I am indeed burned with desire;
The consequence you must construe
If this is the damage of attention
Imagine, what your love will do.
It is the fire that consumes me;
It is an inexplicable love,
It is the rain that calms me;
It is a melody from above.
It is the wind that humbles me;
It is everywhere and nowhere,
It is the sand that fuels me;
It is the artistry of nature.
I’m consumed by what I am,
I’m calmed by a riotous noise,
I’m humbled through arrogance,
I’m fueled by what is in poise.
I’ve much cherished the mystifying,
I’ve heard the unreal symphonies,
I’ve been moved by the inevitable,
And I’ve hailed the epiphanies.