By Annesha Bagchi
Often silent air wandered my face,
Echoes in my ear your name.
Heart's each phase held a deep pain.
As such, my half soul is lost and my half soul is bleeding.
Our love, once blossomed in us,
Now it’s finding the door.
The essence of our love faded into lore.
Our love nest was fed by our anger,
Which left our 'us' behind,
Now the 'us' is often not found but the heart bleeds for that 'us' .