The Separation Of Xii Poem by Shreyansh Swarnakar

Now, Love, since tears of separation escape you,
Not from me; Alas, no-the heavens are not thus kind.
The ring of the bell that was rung to break you from your all, did break you and your heart.
I, gadabout for rock-seeping feelings, could pay your kin no feel, no used balm.
Love, since eternity and for eternity eyeing your entrance, wanting your nod, unfurling my sails to catch your wind, wandering the fancy-garden to devour your smell, do I live better than bad; worse than good, breathe.
Love, I have told you, 'Smile for today. Tomorrow deserves its fair share of worries tomorrow'.
Love, do you know why I do not hold your hand from behind? For my love, like a python slinking hollow-bellied for a half-year, might coil around you too deathly and strangle your flight.
The heavens are not thus kind, for once more away from you I find myself, though we were never close.
Close? Yes, I got close to you, though you opened not your heart and closed not mine.
Love, you have always been with me an image I can touch not. You are now going away and I touch not your heart still.
It was either you or no one for me always; since it is not you still, it shall but no one be.