Long Distance Relationship Poem by menash mohan shrestha

My days always walk along the uproar of this chaotic valley.
But my nights are far too lonely.
Every second passes like a day.
Minutes, they seems weeks.
And hours are like months.
Some says 'out of sight, out of mind'.
But others says 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'.
And I believe to the latter.
Distance, as I've determined, is measured in trust rather than years.

I find you.... in past, in memories and thoughts.
And I know not a thing about future.
But the now.... It has nothing, .... but regret.
When I know deep in my heart,
how your mind is sick and your smile feigns the cure.
And there are wounds, here, that hurts.
When I can't make your body out o' these words on space and in phone calls.
Out of the memories. Out of the thoughts.
These are the wounds, no bandage and poetry can fix.

Every night when it rains,
I let my window pane shudder in the thunderstorm.
Just with the temptation to get your mischevious fragnance.
To make my heart tumble on, avoiding the measures of time.

And there is an empty chessboard by my bed.
A missing queen, replaced by a thousand pawns.
Manned for a mission.
Selling their weapons for a single victory.
And I assure you that our day will come.
And I dont have to say that you are ectopically placed from my memories to my heart.
Because I will be by your side, living.
But tonight, I miss you so much.
And I dont know, how not to.