Your coming makes me feel like being,

Where does someone sleep peacefully,

After falling apart from you,

When there is a fall of spring on a dead body,

You feel more lost, 

Why have we never been you

And you have never been there. 

Words written on paper could never be realized,

Love words written on paper could never be realized,

When it comes Your memories are lukewarm,

We thread your memories, 

Into the rosary of our breath. 

I wish dreams could be made,

Where I and you would end up feeling,

But now,

There have been issues,

Knowing that your coming makes me feel like being. 

Where does someone sleep peacefully,

After being separated from you.

I'll never ever feel,

Like,

I Am alive without you

There is not even a feeling of

Living apart from you.