Routine of Untangling Tassels

Time is pacing in onward motion; 

My mind is stuck with the wayward emotion;

Days and nights pass as a time-lapse quickness; 

After you left, I suffer relapses of sickness.

Nonchalantly, I cook, eat, and work as routine;

Hardly my brain secretes any serotonin.

Angry and frustrated on myself without reasons;

Indeed, my reasons know you change like seasons.

Missing you is the constant BGM in my head;

And the music swells into songs when I am on my bed.

I still walk on the same corridors but without you;

Once, I even walked mindlessly into men's loo.

Why have you closed me as a chapter? 

I don't know why my mind still keeps you as my captor! 

The key chain you buy as souvenir from Le Ladakh

Still hangs on my bag without any conscious gridlock;

It was just a common souvenir, you gave to all,

Yet, you and others lost it via a random fall;

I don't know why it stays with me so long 

Then, even our friendship was not that strong;

Now, everyday I untangle the keychain's colorful tassels 

With colorless tears by building romantic castles,

With the hope to tangle my path with your journey 

For nothing beyond your happy company...