Beyond the shores of melancholy,
There was a time
when held your hand
My heart now bears
an untold story,
Like a ship at sea,
that longs for land.
A great untruth,
my lips have burrowed,
A boundless treasure
to line my chest ;
The wealth of words
are in their sorrow
And words are all I can bequest
We remain unwritten
throughout the history,
No X can mark us on the map.
But in books of prose and poetry, You loved me once, in a paragraph.
And then your love
has left me on this island ,
It has filled my cup upto the brink; Yet I grow thirsty in this silence, There is not even a single drop
for me to drink...