MY MAILBOX IS EMPTY OF LOVE

Dear lady love,

You have broken my love

Into two fragments –

One is Empty and other is Words –

Love does not shine in any one,

And I feel I am deprived

Of your love,

As I can't read your mind,

And it is astonishing when I say

“I do not leave you.”

You only make words,

And your response is odyssey of pain,

No sense or feeling,

Dry leaves of a dead tree,
I don't feel I am being,

Your words assign no sacrifice,

And words are only words,

And after that comes one moment

Of imbalance, only words of loss,

All blank episodes of shrunken world,

Day after day

I wait for a reply.

But my mail inbox is empty,

Showing 0 e-mails to read,

And again I send a mail

To your e-mail address:

“You are in my mind,

And I do not leave you.”

Then I find a reply

From your wild life:

“I am busy with my work,

I do not remove you

As you are my special one.”

And again there is silence,

There are no words coming,
I am becoming frustrated 

You are not showing you are
In sacrifice and in pain, for not with me.

There lies the mystery

And I feel I am the proxy lover,

In this modern internet coverage.

Breathing in depressed love,

I do live in sagging panorama

That is stirred by woman's love,

But I am in frenetic destitute,

Like a dead man with dead skin,

As a whole it is lost verse of love,

I am like a dead snail in a sea beach,