Amorphous, colorless
Unexplainable in any form of dialect
I am,
The surge born out of your love
Heaving against the roughs of the ‘ifs’ and ‘buts’
Skirmishing the efforts of the impediments
Standing against the compel rerouting my stream
I am,
The beat which ticks in your heart
The tear that drips in joy and grief
The shadow that’s inseparable
The better-half of your soul
I am,
Planting all my vigor
In an endeavor
To arrive at the spring of my origin
That is you
Your heart
Your love
And,
To get merged into you once again
And continue
Being part of you,
Nothing and no one
Other than you
Because,
