Busy was I at that part of the night

when even fireflies had gone to rest,

as I tried to locate the traces of his foot

I sat down indiscreetly – I don’t know where!

I have no clue as to how long I should wait.

Maybe even indefinitely.

I am sure he has gone and will never return

Will he ever recall his silence-

his silence of word and action?

Shamelessly I proclaimed my love for him

Neither did I know how to discern

between shame and pride in true love.

I covered my pale face with my palm and cried

My world seemed bleak behind those closed eyes

I have lost him! I have lost him!

My tryst with him has ended

It has come to a nasty finish

How could he let me go through this pain?

The entire episode was like a hallucination

A brief period of boundless joy followed by

a never ending path of failure and distress

I envisaged myriad images of his eyes.

He is physically not present with me but

is he dwelling in my stellar world?

Dear, do not come back to me

out of mercy or pity. Come to me

if you love me, else prolong your endless silence.

But he will continue to remain within me

until I shed my last drop of blood.

Trust this to be a painless punishment for him.