I don’t know how my eyes forget,
Your face I held between my hands.
Which was scraped by holding emotions.
Your image is so blurred,
That I can reach there without falling again.
Stuck between wanting and not having,
As I craved for my favourite ice cream
In the summer of July weekend,
Having an illness doesn’t end.
I experience him all the time,
Intoxicating him through my mind.
Still, he isn’t visible.