I am the lov-ed one
 nor the be-loved
Just a handful of dust
the lost sight of  eyes
a   dwindled flower
which lost its color and fragrance
a ruined  patch of land
a barren field of decay
my face has been mutilated
my body left to rot till eternity
my soul lost in the cosmic grid
I am no more what i  am
I am here neither there
I am no signpost for a lost traveler
I was nothing before
I am nothing now
Why should someone love me?
Why should i be someone’s beloved?
Why should someone be my beloved?
Soul is love and love is soul
When soul is lost nothing remains
And no one loves nothing!