Lost

I hate to meet “her” everyday. The more I see her; more I have to believe that she can’t be mine. I rebuke myself. But my mind & heart disapprove to listen to my plea. I close my eyes and wait for the excruciating pain to take control over my senses & give me lethal blows, the now familiar pain of unfulfilled addiction towards her.

I stay back at home, fight every single battle with no hope of triumph but the only thing that still motivates me to fight is even if I can’t win, nevertheless the war would definitely end. I would land up on the losing side, completely broken, miserable, dead beat & dejected.

But the war just does not seem to be over. Every time I lose a battle, I tend to find some extra soldiers in some of the better-off moments that we have shared together & I get the vigor to fight again.

I guess my life is gone. It has completely gone astray & traumatized.

"Tears in my eyes, You on my mind

Love in my heart, Oceans in-between"

I love You!!!