When the burden is too heavy to bear,
The unrelenting pain is pulling you down...

What are these words but an outlet of thoughts
Not great, mediocre perhaps...

I never imagined a day would come,
When you'd go away from me...

No joy resides in this sullen heart,
Memories of you haunt my mind...

When winter prevails a poet's mind,
The words like leaves wither and fall...

I verbed a noun,
Added commas, here and there...

Cheer up my friend, why doth thou sulk,
These hours of dullness wilt come to pass...

No mind had ever envisaged
All that has befallen us...

So soft her skin like the petals of a flower,
All virtues in her lie...

I feel a strong urge,
To put your beauty into words...

When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...

You left before your time
Leaving me in mournful sighs...