Still..

Do you read my poems,
To erase pain with pain?
Do you alloy in my lines,
To survive and to sustain?
I know, you still wait for me,
Its you, who still go numb,
As you hold a drink at night,
And read to say, 'it's a poetry'?
You fear, my lines may bleed,
As you, with smoky eyes read,
Some words, in the chest of time!
Still wait to read the last line,
Where I say, where I still say,
In spite of all, you are still mine..
Yes, somewhere within me...

Beyond my speculation..

Away from all calculation..

You still remain mine !