Whoever wants to die before his time-

Is not in love. How can it be so true

For someone who has seen

 

Both sides of the coin from the same distance!

War and peace, no matter -

You can’t afford to be slipped over.

 

So much to feel within, so much to feel

For, so much to feel genuine.

Yet you look for the end in itself?

 

Deep intimate theories invading

The nights for passion and longing-

Never switch over to nothingness.

 

Yet you realized few voids in between the lines,

Not for any specific purpose

But as the inherent norms!

 

So much to rejoice, so much to prove, 

So much to fulfill. Around every single

Moments of time and dream.

 

The letters of love may collapse one day.

May even change every connotation-

We achieved so far, still I’ll be there

 

Waiting for the touch, even from the

One who wants to put the final break

Before his time. In angst.