By Aaryaman Sharma
Thought this was fate
I still have a spark of hope left
That you will come
Come back to me once more
Come, if not to rekindle the flame but to put it out forever
Have some mercy on me
Time has made me old
And your absence has made me frail
I have been seeking you since you left
Come, if not to look after me but to let me look at you once again
Every night I dream of you
And when I rise
You are gone
I pray for my sufferings to end
Come, if not to fulfil my dream but to give me strength to dream again
Have you forgotten
The taste of my fare
Or is it my foolishness
Which makes me believe that you miss these things
Come, if not to declare me sane but to clarify my doubts
When you are with me
There are no fears, never a one
Without you
I fear myself
Come, if not to extinguish my fear but to make me fear losing you once again
I understood
Even though you never spoke
I gave
Before you ever asked
Come, if not for me but for the sake of this world
My wedlock was a commitment
But my love for you was not
It was mere care
Remember, if not my love but me
Come, if not to stay but to leave me once again