MY REMAINS

I drenched myself in monsoons of your passion

I quenched my thirst in the rains of our unison

Yet, parched and withered I remain

Because our warmth has left me in pain

I seek to walk away from you but just cannot

For, to leave you is going to make my life go vain

When I trudge towards you and I am rewarded by a slap

"The good times have gone by, now you shouldn't expect a clap"

I hear this from your still and mellowed voice

Still, I do not crib or sob upon on my choice 

I live alone now, in those gone by monsoons unmoved and still

With patience, like a patent who took a time-stop pill

I wait for to come for one last time, just come and kill me

So that, when I die, I pass in peace as I see you in my last breath

I am not in your heart perhaps now any moment

Come take my life and make your eternal past 

I would then be happy living as your past, though dead in the present