You - II

I slept in your arms marinated in love

I wished you were mine, but I know nothing that your heart commands.

I knew it might be momentary

But you never knew how much it would cost me,

To trade myself to the darkness that haunted me.

You let me go and now I’m sinking….

Being black is Poetic- I

I reek melancholy,

My room smells nothing but isolation;

My soul bleeds wildly,

And I .....

Suffer from depression.

P.S:Feelings culminating from heart: I need help.

Dated: 11/01/2018 @ 6.45 pm.

You - I

I like the way you and your memories resonates in my head.

Like a breeze on a day of spring,

Like a leaf moving along with the wind, my eyes move along with the images of yours that flutters in a direction unknown.

You impregnated me with your breath, you exhaled and I bore you silently swearing my love…