pitch dark

You turn you head away from me,

But I continue to look at you

You slim neck with beautiful mole

And tresses fell all over it.

I know your fake anger,

And i know you are smiling

And hiding it from me.

I keep quiet and keep looking at you.

You wait for me to address you

And ask forgiveness, but i don't.

Then you turn around slowly 

Peeking through the corner of your eyes.

To make sure that I am noticing or not.

When I catch you peeping.

You started punching meekly on my chest

Complaining why I am not apologizing for the crime I never did.

But leaving that I quickly clutch my ears by lobe.

And you chuckle.

I put then my head into your lap and you dab me to sleep with tender soft hands.

Then something hit my head hard

Like blacksmith's hammer hit the iron.

I wake up and find nothing around me

You, the love, the joy, the solace.

All are gone

Leaving me in pitch dark room.

rapture in anguish

Love hurts

But notwithstanding people get involved in this.

Because

There's rapture in the anguish,

And there's life in this death.

The pleasure one get when

Breathing becomes impossible when they're not around,

And the state in which the lover falls

When parted.

Love remains inspite of all the grief,

And that is not love

Which alters in the times of agony.