My love is the last jug of water that I spilled into the hot desert sand. It never returns, but I have no regrets because I am "da" the giver. I have spent years dilly-dallying whether it is worth to carry on. Eons will pass away pondering over this question.

What is love? I asked this question to myself many a time. Everyone defined it in their own way, but nothing matched. I am still in search of a definition that convinces me.

I sit here silently seeing you move away to the distant shores, this distance is not just physical. Physical distance can be scaled, what about emotional distance??

Is my love that feeble that it could not hold you back? I sink under the weight of my love. My feelings towards you choke me...

The more I think about you, the more I feel the void. Life has already become lifeless. I started existing rather than living..

Carry on my friend, whenever you see a falling star, wish for me that aleast in the next life, we should be together....