Smell of yours, still revolves around my nose.
The rusty, nostalgic vibe of yours
always catches my attention.
While reading through the pages
of my diary, I feel each statement, each word
elaborates the events of the past.
Sometimes my past haunts,
like a worst nightmare,
as the darkness engulfs me into.
No hope of light..
Some days I feel, this darkness is the only hope
I have,
because this is what i deserve.
Day by day the tears of pain, sorrow
and suffering is getting dried
Craving for the water of love
from the darkness, were i stayed
wishing to dissolve the thirst inside.
But in the end, no sign of yours
left beside,
as i dripped in the bloody water.
What have You done??
