I didn’t even hug you, touch you or even shook hands.
But the moment I saw you, I knew
you were my other half.
I bet it was not my forlornness.
You are the mystic healer
my bleeding heart was looking for.
A heart crushed under the weight of past;
a heart full of pain, guilt and regret.
Your mysterious eyes
looked for the blue devil within me
as if trying to exorcise the melancholy out of me
and flash in delightful love.
But I wonder
how long will you keep loving my scars
that I am ashamed of.
At some point of time your heart will repulse
the odour of my rotten past.
Still if you can take a little trouble
a bit of dolor,
I promise you
I will be slave to your love
in this journey of life.
© Kumar Gautam