Let storm not wither

It killed me almost not to see in near vicinity I had lost faith and poetic quality Her absence ruined me almost in every inch I was full of remorse, felt pathetic and above all a sweet pinch It is not the company you miss It is not the memory of sweet kiss It is the combination skill with feeling That has ruined all my willing I was with the sky like free bird I had no dearth of zeal with words They appeared at slight wind movement I would look at her with no comments What has really affected my thinking? Is she really gone deep with sinking? I find sea change in her approach I feel little warmth in her gentle touch She may be thousands of miles away But my thoughts travel and find the way She is there with beautiful smile Why should I care the distance in miles? He once let me removed from scene I could not see arrogance, agony or pain It burnt me from within killing whole spirit I was keeping head down and watch at post dimly lit The light was not dying out This was not the fact all about She was there for me to think right I never intended any scuffle or fight It may be insensible to malign her poetic supremacy It is rather advisable to go down with little diplomacy Where is the pain in loosing the love battle? It is testing of strong will, attachment and strong metal I will never kill my instinct and soul She may surface from time to time without fail Take my by surprise and offer embrace There will then be a lot of smile on face I shall repeat not what went wrong She is not meant for simple and cheap song She is rising and may do so for me either I am with her even let not the storm wither