In A Silent Ache

Your love gnaws at my heart And leaves it in a silent ache. In a silent ache, my heart bleeds Your memories ooze out Into a little nothingness. I know your condition, dearest, O' my love, either is not different Nights have become sleepless Your choicest food has lost its taste And hunger has left without a trace. I can imagine, since we met last How lean have you become, Like waning moon in Krishna paksha And paler than the new moon rising at dawn With your love for me, in his waxing cresent.