You Are My Memorabilia

It was your wish

your wish to walk on sand.

Your wish to take our destiny

in our own hands.

I fell for you.

I fell for your love.

I gathered my courage and inner force

from all my veins as a source.

I fell for your purity

I felt it in the sanctum of my heart

which you broke apart.

Now I walk on fire

but I haven’t burnt the desire

the desire to be desired.

You know

I now live in the dark

the dark corner of your mind

but I still lurk

lurk for your remembrance

and all your beauty and essence.

I wish to be remembered

I wish to be desired

I am mad to be loved by the beloved

I wait for that day

unlike any other day

suddenly by chance

you will take a glance

glance for a while

with all your elegance and smile

you will question my identity.

By my promise and pledge

which you will never acknowledge

with my blood’s sanctity

I shall whisper……….

“ You are my memorabilia……

and I am your plethora of love”