The darkness of the approaching peaceful sleep
will rob the delectation of your aroma!
The sardonic grin of the sun will suck the remaining
gusto with the progressing heat of the day!
A mechanical matrix of a routine faking will remain
until the solitude pop in back to the horizon!
Love to close the eyes to watch the sui generis queen
occupying the length and breadth of my kingdom!
Why the thought of you provoke relentless assault on
my rocky cliffs into sandy beach of life’s coast line!
Countless counts of breathe becomes pathetic
desperation to hold anymore!
Like the depth of the blue sea can engulf the
Mount Everest in herself,
May it be lost in the deepest of the depth in you!!
Why does it not happen!
By a stroke of luck, if it takes place,
No routine, chore, duties or responsibilities,
Never wish them to come back ever again!