Still Her

It's her again, 

she is too far, far away

I can still see if she's delighted or in pain.

You are inwardly with me, yet physically stray. 

You have left, 

the bird broke the cage.

Relieved that my efforts weren’t theft

or else, I’d never mark the page.

The world, mean and unkeen, is now greedy too

rushes now, like a beggar to the temple,

yes, the temple is you, I wish they knew.

Among beggars, I was the devotee—ample?

You sought your escapism,

while healing single handedly.

Still, stuck I wonder- affection tangled in materialism

or the love and passion bounded spiritually.

Neither of this would lead me to skepticism 

but, either of these could fulfill my destiny.

Out of those infinite words to adore your beauty,

I've written down a thousand,

yet never addressed you even plenty.

At time, things went worsened,

still you stayed despite options aplenty.

This distance has turned me blind.

Will I ever recover?

Only your memories are keeping my eyes bind,

as if it sustains my vision with a hope in that blur.

A 'Deep' hope to be with that girl beautiful and kind, 

through all the highs and lows, it's always her.

-Deep Raval