When Awaiting For The Lovedones..

I am warm, hot and cold, I am brisk, weak and dull, Sometimes I fly, While I stand on the ground, after opening the inbox, Sometimes I see the lights, That can blind my eyes and mind, Once in a while I am awake, From the dreams of night mare, I sweat a lot after a imaginary fever, I can’t sit in a place, Always looking for someone, Who are nearer to my heart, I feel like I am well, but I am ill, With pulsing and yearning, In a full swing, I am not ill, But I am well, Though my symptoms are, Very different..