The Blacklady

I don't know,

How you came to my life?

It was as sudden as the cyclone ,

You came and stayed with me

Throughout,

Never seen, just chat,

You kept yourself under covered

As the rain being behind by clouds,

But

Whenever I close

My eyes, my mind goes to you,

My quest,

A never ending dream,

For you,

In my awakeness, be in sleep I chase for you,

Dreaming about you

Has become

A habit

My disguised love,

It's melancholic, craziness,

But

Became my inner faith an strength,

Compels me to search for a word to write poems for you every night,

My journey in my dreams, to you

Made my life not just a dreamer

Rather it fetches me

Name and fame

Why I shall stop?

If not you my love, not true, you be stay in disguised,

Under covered as long as you need,

#Theblacklady,

Your kisses are sweetest then the dates of Arabian deserts, dwells in oasis,

Ultimate

Salvation medium to a caravan,

Let be people say ,

Me,

Maniac ,lunatic

If so, then

What about the moon and sun?

Do they so for Lilly and life?

Why they comes every day and night?

A habit ,

You so are, for my dreams ,

My chase in dreams still continues ,

Will, till my last breath,

Be in my poems,

Let be not physically in my life,

Dead dream panacea, or my pandora's box

Be in,

My hallucination,

Jump, sleep, crash ,

Thrash, mute, spoken, lost silence, still I shall ,

You my love, I am the just dreamer,

You dwell in my heart

The disguised love

Where ever you go, never ever meet with me, never mind

Let my poetry flourish as ever

#Theblacklady,