By Snigdha Jha
What am I without you
A fresh tear with pain,
Scathing and new,
A nomad wandering in deserts,
Dying of unquenchable thirst
In midst of vegetation very few.
What am I without you
A rudderless ship
Ready to dip
In sea of grief and depression.
What am I without you
A fresh piece of that wound
Which appears small
But gnaws one from inside
And blocks your sensations sublime.
Exaggerating it may sound,
But truth should no one hide.
You and I are born to unite
So never should you leave my side.
Stay together in unison,
Forfeiting all binaries.
Let us then emerge
As loving luminaries.