Pining Poem by ritty patnaik

your presence
fills me with ecstacy,
joys unknown,
like nectar dripping,
to timelessness.

when you are not there,
lonely clouds engulf s
from nowhere, making me
whisper your name,
in each passing breath.,
pining for your touch.

maybe, this is my fate.
or in your not being there,
you are there,
so you say.

but, i like it best
when i am aware
of your presence
deep in my soul!