I Miss Being With You, I Miss Being What I Was When I Was With You..

i feel that I’ve forgotten you.. I feel that I have moved on,
but the moment I see you in front of me.. and the moment you look at me,
I feel completely defeated.
I forget every thing and believe that you are still the love of my life.

I want to erase away our memories of fun !
I want to abandon you in my house of thoughts !
but what am I supposed to do?? 
You still make my heart beat the way you used to ..!

Look into my eyes.. you will still see that mad love in it,
You were my first love, you will always be so !
But when you left me.. you killed that loving person within me.
even if I move on in life, I’ll never be the way I was ..!

I miss being with you, I miss being what I was when I was with you ..!

I might fall in Love, but it’ll never be the same again …!!

POEM

There is a burning star and there is a gift

of choice at least sometimes

once something will come

from the world, it just appears

from nowhere

making event

of the give

heat-guided drives

for public use

for ease of swallowing

honey, fog, and come what may

unsteady in the gravel

unsteady in the sandy murk

I never said

the end I said

credit functions

on the edifice

of the routine

of pillage and extinction

debt swallows the moon

As an ear’s for

tonguing the open out

an ear’s for breathing

engine of thought

knowing what

listens won’t die

but it’s hard to hear

it’s hard to hear

A Fairy Song

Over hill, over dale, 

Thorough bush, thorough brier, 

Over park, over pale, 

Thorough flood, thorough fire! 

I do wander everywhere, 

Swifter than the moon's sphere; 

And I serve the Fairy Queen, 

To dew her orbs upon the green; 

The cowslips tall her pensioners be; 

In their gold coats spots you see; 

Those be rubies, fairy favours; 

In those freckles live their savours; 

I must go seek some dewdrops here, 

And hang a pearl in every cowslip's 

ear.