"Sorrows", I could name it

You entered my Life slowly, tip-toeing.

Like o Rosy breeze you filled my world with your fragrance, that still lingers in me.

My body was bathed in flower petals,

The sooth, mildness of your heart wrapped around me.

But you exited my Life like a gush of air, at its full speed.

A storm in its fury, tornadoes swirling in the scent of our love.

Uprooting every bit of me from the soil of my courage, my strength and my dignity.

Strangling me with the words of our separation.

Like whiplashes your fury hit me,

Like unhealable scars your rude words are still felt in me.

I have fallen in the trenches of my misery, no escape from this sorrowful destiny.

I try to vent out my anger through the flow of my bleeding pen.

As I cannot abuse you to my best as i want to.

Because I am still in love with you.

The love whose cupid arrows now hit me to the core of my heart.

But they don't bloom into tiny little red hearts.

Instead the hit of it ooze out the lingering pain in me.

So hard was the fury of your words you last said to me,

Like thousand  scratches  they got embossed on me.

I am battered, pestered and weeping to the death of our love. 

Yet I raise my arms, my numb fingers to reach out for you.

But every time I try to do,

I capture thin cold air that pinches me, my open wounds.

I am now in the wait of that time, when it will come to an end.

Your memories, the scent of yours left in me, which i still breathe it.

I long for that time now, when it will be in ashes.

An angel with a hallow will come to me.

Lift my soul from this wounded body of mine,

Like a cocoon woven in silk thread she will take me.

Up i'll be gone far from all these, like a breeze in the sky I'll vanish.

Yet I'll leave a mark on your heart.

Not of spears, nor of whiplashes neither of misery.

But it will be the mark of my love, I had for you till ETERNITY.