You Are My Memorabilia
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”