Love.
Was it love that made me crave for you
Was it?
Was it your touch, that kept me awake all night
Was it your scent, that impregnated my aura
Was it the way you look, that made me blush to every thought of yours
Was it?
Or Is it your absence that is bringing forth this uncanniness
Is it the distance between us that’s making it hard to breathe
Is it the trust that is broken for which my heart aches
Why all these? Is it that I miss you…
Do I really do?
Or it’s just the form of me
Which I used to be
When you were around, missing!
Perhaps!!
I don’t miss you. I never did.
It is that ME whom I fancied,
I am jealous of my earlier self
Now I just dream to be again ME
