Submission

My tears are a testimony to my love.

I saw you, and for a moment time stopped.

'Twas only your deep dark hazel eyes,

Eyes like a mirage, they covered latent lies.

Where are you now, when I'm so alone.

Where's your heart, or is it just another stone?

I wander in your search, I need you,

Where was I wrong, was I too true?

I wake up and miss your voice and incense,

Your voice that once completed my unchalked essence,

I see the rising sun, I submit, I drown,

For I was once taught that love was abstract noun.

I shiver, I quiver, I subsist within my ambit,

My panorama replete with your aura, all wet,

All wide windowpanes covered with dripping dewdrops,

Not for a moment this trickling tear stops.

I call this, now, reverse psychology, sustainability,

The ticking stops I hope for reincarnation, stability,

Breath is put on cold, palm is almost frozen cold,

I try and try but fail to cast myself in another mould.

I saw a leaf, it rained, and rolled a dewdrop,

Then there was wind and your long flowing locks,

Saw endless waves and a lonely sea-shore,

But the wind did something never done before.

With each passing second I need you even more…