Beyond vista my heart torn,
And I am my own surrogate,
What else can I do: just wait and wait...
My boulevard like an aged shipwreck,
And sundry memories choking my neck,
My existence infested with your desire,
And still you discard this as a satire...
Hands trembling, vision disturbingly delusional,
Memories creating this vacuum occasional,
Coping my own ghosts every sun-break,
And still surfing in my mirage hope-lake....
Delving deeper into my vertigo,
Efforts being made to let go,
Subdued my feelings remain,
I need to disperse this incinerating pain...
See how helpless I'm within my ambit,
To you,myself I long ago did submit,
Save me from this persisting infern,
Look into my eyes and soon return....
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