She loves me madly and makes me feel so in every moment of togetherness and separation
We do many lovely things with each other, and we skip 'em off many a times
She misses me, and she does it to the depths
She's my memory, my love, and my romance
I often tease her with freaking horrible philosophies
I do it by opening the clinical facts and the trinkets of history
She teases me back... with much dominating drill.
And the liplock takes us to the serene valleys
Triggers into the accounting hub, her syllabus pranks her
She's so into it, compassionate and committed
Distance between us softly hardens her
Pushing me away, and pulling me closer
I stab at her with another doze of doings
Reading... Writing... Being Carefree...
Intoxicated... Becomed, intrinsically awake
Careless... obstinate... and out of senses
I stand hidden, unhidden, and soberly drunk
I wish I could hug her right now.
I wish I could indisputably be with her
I could no longer be deranged
I could be alien to the imposed traditions
Little trivialities... and the whole life at stake
Yes, I can feel your teardrops while reading it
See, the smile curving down the lips designs another diction
This diction, this desire, and this realm of reality reseeds a timeless elation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem