Miss Poem by Shruti Goswami

For ages, I have followed,
Age old traditions,
Comforting, blinding, secure;
All and sundry, goading me on;

To go…
And now, when I want to be bound no more;
A sudden bliss descends.
A draught of wind, the sweet smell of skin;

The freshly watered earth;
The sky so blue;
Reminds me of you
Sometimes, a sudden urge, to find you,

To search for you, sets in:
And then, I just let it be.
Maybe, it’s just me.
A gentle voice, within me, whispers:

I miss you, but I hate you so;
That I do not miss you;
So that I die
A longing and lasting death;
Missing you.