Last Poem I Write Tonight..... Poem by Shagun Khera

And perhaps, on the melancholy notes, I think of her face
And when the sun sets down, I still drown in that craze..
When the twilight sang besides the love swept ambiance,
It was you, it was me, and it was us..

When the rain falls down on my tears…
I still miss your arms around my trembling body
The warmth of your smile, melted my fears
Now on the lonely paths of pelting showers,
Feelings flow like blood from a freshly cut wound
Down that drain of the black, where time stops and moments freeze
And then its just you, its just me and its just us…

The sun kisses my face like you kissed me at the dawn of the day,
I can still feel the moist of your lips on me, just like the fresh dew sets delicately on the flowers..
And I when I inhale the first breeze of the morning…I still feel the scent of your body going inside me….
Settling deep….wandering free…
And the moment I touch the wet grass, I can feel your body in my hands….
Oh you were so beautiful like the precious gift of the god…
And now when I look at the orange painted across the blues of the sky…
I still feel you are with me…running your fingers through my hair… and then you smile..
It seems the days stretch beyond the fringes of forever, and how I cannot break from this wicked spell of bitter truth….
That never seems to end… and stays on like that air in my lungs…
And then… its just you, its just me… and its just us..

When I lie down on the empty bed..
And the blank stares searching your face in the void of my roof…
And I look back at my pillow…
Where once you lay besides me….hugging me tight
As if holding onto me until eternity…
Like your eyes looked deep into me and pulled the deepest of secrets
And I felt complete with you…in your arms..
Never wanted anyone…just you, just me… and just us…

And tonight I write this poem for you..
Because I still miss you by side…
I still…miss my love…the one I used to shower on you
And I still miss the way…I used to make up for the fights..
And I still miss going on the way…that led me to your home..
And how I came flying… with the deepest of passion and love that turned me blind..
And I saw only you…only you…
And how words stammered to beautify the charm i witnessed in you….

I write this poem for you…in my saddest thoughts..
When I want you to be here…more than ever before..
But you are long gone…and I’m forgotten,
And I feel the need of hugging you… like I never felt before..
But the warmth has long gone…you took it away from me…
And how I still love you deep inside me…I still miss you..
But today…I write my last poem for you..
Today I feel the saddest…more than the extremes of blues..
And maybe I shall die tonight…with this paper in my hand…
And maybe what I have just said…is going to come true…