The bodily scars are licked,
By the ruthless tongue of time!
Yet haughty are the scars of the mind,
Like Hitler and Shylock in crime!
I do not truly know,
Whether loving you was sinful,
Or it was rather divine,
The inner ‘you’ was not beautiful!
I wish somewhere I could find!
A gorgeous girl with a beautiful mind!
I wish to scar my name,
On the face of time,
Not by any shame,
But by doing something sublime.
I wish others to think about me,
Miss me and talk about my creations,
The sensible criticism would be lovely,
From the bookworms of all the nations.
I think I can crave for this greatly!
I want nothing pricy as a Ferrari!
Silently,
I study your scar
A small, hidden,
well-kept secret
I can't afford to
forget even the
tiniest of details of you
once you're gone.
- June 17 / 2011