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Why cant I possess you- With all my love that I can offer you inturn? Why cant I love you- With all my heart and self? Why cant I tell you That I miss you and spend sleepless nights thinking about u? You never looked back after you said goodbye tonight Not even a peck on cheek; before you left me to be alone again to face the endless monotony of life, of worthlessness: where nothing really happens. Why do you do this? Don’t you realize that nobody can love you more than I do May be I am not pure and innocent anymore But does that really make a difference? May be not the role of a patient listener tonight But of a passionate lover. Gift me for the last time- the world of sacred mirages. Just let me live in the world of illusions That would anyways crumble and fall apart when you run out of patience- Slap me and wake me up or let me live in your arms just for just for a moment that will be my eternity… I promise you no more insanities, no more insecurities Just let me hold you. Look a...

“No justifications please” You say this and you ramble as you please? What murder? What guile? Trust me I know: You are not so fragile. Whats up with you? What had gone wrong? To my perfumed letter- You answer in a woeful song! The metaphor of Jesus, the rhymes on treachery, you call me traitorous Judas You assassinate; and on me are accusations of butchery! Wake up dear You are deluded Wake up lover You are derided Ever heard the tale of Othello?- Or moors last lines Post-being deserted? Stop tattooing me With you notions on my frailty We all are petty humans And as it must be We all carry traits of mortality: Sometimes I waver Sometimes I wander May be a couple of mistakes… Too high is the price I say If you plan to burn me on stakes… In the end my jealous lover I would beg you to holiday at ease And I too end with my little please: “No justifications please”

Rapid flashes of memories: memoirs of drunken stupor, deeds forgotten in bouts of imposed amnesia Seep in back into consciousness; With stark and piercing daylight. The night of yesterday is past; Half forgotten, half remembered Lost it is in dungeons of space and in the cruel current of time. But ahh the flashes… The flashes return to haunt me In the prosaic day of chaotic chores. With the flashes, in bits and pieces Yester night is revealed. The night was dark and noisy It is now I remember… And I was intoxicated by wine, by your sweet smell, by you or may be by just your being there. This is no excuse I know for The committed insanities or For the wild fever and fervor I was in…but it was you Who brewed the broth of passion And then stepped back to Slyly gaze, smile and smirk. A night past and now I wake up alone, neither you nor the stupor, neither the passion nor the feaver. My heart empty is as empty as My pale outstretched palm And my mind burdened with guilt And my eyes are fi...