She was the air that he breath in , she was moon of his sky.
she was dream of his eyes , music of his words.
She was pain and only she was his medicine.
she was a dream to him , she was the reality he breath in.
she was the face of love for him , the symbol of true devotion for him.
she was the worst sin and yet a commitment for him .
She was tears of his eyes , yet only she was reason of his smile.
she was a mystery to him and yet for him only she survived.
she was the core of his existence and only she was declared as myth.
she was music to him , a rhythm to keep him alive .
she was his poetry to be read by him , a story he likes to hide.
she was the light for him and he knows that's right.
She was his desire, only his to be claimed.
She was a dream , she was a reality, she was something universe in combine.
she was his question and she was the only answer.
she is his childhood memories, she is his presence, a hope for tomorrow.
she was his soul that he carried within.
She was his everything and that's why today he has nothing.
© Anamika Acharjee .