A lone tear, A bit of his being, Meanders The crevices of memories And falls into nothingness, Seeking her, yet again. He lets go of the pieces Of his broken heart Clutching the remains Of her fragrance Ebbing away swiftly.
The ocean crashes with all its might, Upon the gigantic, steady rocks. She basks in the tranquil moonlight And counts five hundred stars. As the children squeal in delight She smiles and closes her eyes For she recognises all of it, The waves, the joyful laughter, The crescent and the starry night, The fragrant forest blossoms And the distant blinking light.
The rain still loves me. It wets everything I see through my tear filled eyes. Is it alright if I be my irresponsible self? Is it alright if I run away just once, without letting the world know my whereabouts. The pain doesn't cease. I want to run away somewhere, away from you, away from me, away from the mundane life and do something that makes me happy. The city suffocates me. Every day I die a little. I thought, with you by my side I'd live through everything that is maddening. You aren't with me. I am not with you. It's just this unfriendly world. The hope drifts away. Patience wears thin. The world doesn't understand that I refuse to change. The need to preserve my essence is greater than all else. You must be wondering how is this a love letter. It is because I love you and won't run away unless you ask me to.