Walking out of your sight
But not letting you walk out my mind.
I know, you will believe me on the eight day of the week,
Like a shining sun in midnight, oh! I know I’m a freak.
I may wake up from the pyre with a drop of your tears.
A drop of tear which I never want you to shed even at my death.
Life started with your vision in my dream,
I guess my dream is going to be just a vision in the stream.
I know it is a sin to fall in love with an angel, but
I am yet another mortal, how did you expect to realize love is fatal.
Tear me in to pieces, before the longing fires me to abyss
Suffering is not something new to hearts in love
And it’s the one which decides heaven or hell where to shove.
Walking out of your sight and it’s not my mistake that
You’re cursed with beauty and me with eyesight.
With love without loved,
-Not me who you think as me.
Image courtesy: google, I could not find the photographer who reflected my mind or the website (orginal)