Separation

This pain, my dear,  is perennial 

Like waves in the ocean 

You can't wait till I'm done 

I can't either come to you before I'm done

And we are in two alien worlds unconnected 

Hence I am incomplete

And I can never be myself without you

Nor can you be yourself without me

And the two incomplete selves in two opposite poles

Struggle to put up with all agonies

And this life to me, my dear, is a river sans its flow

Where I'm on a brittle boat without my oars

Here what I have with me is

A saturated feel of emptiness

Bleak and blurred

At last what remains is 

A bizarre state of nothingness