Painkiller

It was warm and nice feeling while I see her in the class. Each time I see her that intensified my urge to see her.  A friend of mine’s encouragement intensified my love even deeper. Now I hardly can be in normal state mentally. Even when I see and meet her in the class I feel sad and melancholic as I never can be able to be with her always. Departure from her made my heart warm, nauseous and emotional. I don’t know why I want her. I want her to understand that I love her without saying but through this poem.

Who would charge when my battery runs low?

What activities would divert my lost soul?

Which tools would break that silent awkwardness?

Yet how can escapism replace lost soul?

Why would world change despite remaining same?

How powerful that state of mind is is?

Would clairvoyance bring the expected world?

A world different from dubious stuck real?

Would the sun shine even in the darkness?

Darkness consumes hint without clairvoyance,

Time and sadness would fix this real always,

Journey continues with only memory,

Clairvoyance visits and story changes,

Or tremendous guts write the supposed tale.