Incomplete Pleasure Poem by bhavin palan

depressed and dejected
i looked into her eyes,
unaltered they seemed..
emotionless and undetterd she stood...

nothing could i speak..
but my eyes said it all..
painful silence took over..
but still she was nonchalant, unaffected....

i saw her
as she walked off hurriedly...
hold on..my heart cried..
moist eyes had alredy let down tears...
how could she just move on? ?
is my love of no worth? ?

solitary i stood
never had i felt so sour.so heavy..
my feet trembeld
i sat i thought
who was responsible..
for this condition of mine..
yes..i am..
victim of my own self...
how could i let it get dis far..
how could i let a stranger take control..
how could i imagine her...
how could i drream so big..
who is me
'NO IDENTITY'
how could i..how....? ?
question themselves were my answers...

as de day faded out
regaining myself..
i stood up 2 walk bak...
nothing had changed..
i still loved her...
loved her to the deepest
the feeling was still fresh..
life would still be a pleasure...
an....
'INCOMPLETE PLEASURE'