In the weariness of thee,
I talk to self, selfishly; deny anyone to intrude,
Some call me rude, shrewd swell,
Sheepishly I grin to myself and walk along.
Then at times your face and all those smiles rolls back,
I transform then and there and make friends with all,
I drawl and crawl and fall,
Sometimes without and at times within too.
Within each fall   within; I cry and lament,
With each fall some of “you” also fall,
I look down and gather them,
People see me and then; stare along.
You went and left millions of memories for me,
To protect, to guard, quite a tedious task,
Millions of those precious ones, all alone, for me
When I fall out, I go all out and done,
People confuse me to the insane,
But they forget all that, that I am a paramour
Whose love has been taken away?
They forget that pain is an aphrodisiac,
And love a drug, insurmountable and great.
Will they be sorry if they know this simple truth?
Maybe, but why should I tell them,
 This is my secret and it is my treasure,
I shall not let them drain all precious and lovely,
All that for little words of pity,
Come what all may but I shall not part with these,
Rather rough and rugged, little jumbled and jaded they are,
But what do I care for, they are mine.
Their presence keeps you with me,
  Bounties would I refuse for them,
As a mother would do for a child,
For they are the progeny of our times together,
Pain comes and passes through my heart,
But that is what cures it too!
Your presence graces my waking and the dream,
For you may gone leaving me forlorn,
Time has played folly once with you and me,
But you shall always live in my heart and my love forever, forever and ever