The Suffering Of A Lover

You are away Seven seas away. Yet, I could feel you. Your warm skin Your tender touch Your wild fingers. Your galloping heart makes my heart Flow like a wild river Your warm breath makes me gasp Deeper, faster. I feel your shivering body Warm breath Beating heart And thirsty lips. Every stroke of yours Drives me crazy. Every gasp of yours Turns me wild. O Amal, O my love, Why cannot I forget you? Even without holding, I hold you. Even without touching, I touch you. Even without smelling, I smell you. As if, you are in me, within me. You sleep with me, wake up with me. Why is your presence so little But your memory is so everlasting? Why is your sweetness so ephemeral But the pain of my thirst is so unending? Why is your touch so transient But the burn in my heart is so unceasing? I stretch my hands to hold you But I end up holding the emptiness. I open my lips to kiss you But I end up kissing the voidness. O Amal, O my love, You are here, yet not here. Remembering you My heart throbs And soul cries louder. © Arun Maji