Longing Passion...

Long since the way, I dreamt about you..
On nights longer than a year, days brighter than the sun, dreams harder than the terrific; I cried , I weeped, longing in the grief of losing you. Long in my life , I carried you in my soul, lived you in my dreams and those hours took me to the realisation that you were my ardent avid athirst passion who cried for a bead of adams ale.

No love, No hearts cognizise my agony how deep diviltry, I howl for you and then after two decades of my life my adulation bought me closer to you.

I stepped but flew in rejoice, I sang but consign to oblivion in the joy of persuadence.
I lived, I loved and I laughed each moment when with you.

Today you are close-at-hand to me but my bearings do not favour me to do so.
No minds could ever realise my burn of losing you and those who had already snaged could not even sense it.

No one did ever realised you are my world, My envious devotion, The fierce of my ferver, you are the rhythm of my soul and on my feet the pain adorns me than anything, the sound mismerise and take me to another world,bcz thts what when I feel my life live.

You are my eternal love..No wonder! Bt one question!
I loved you so hard, I yearned for you so deep, I cried, I weeped in vehemence all bcz of my cupid adoration thou, why did't you favoured my cravings and let me be with you?

_ Aishwarya Das