Posted in English Poetry, romance, Scribblings

Between Us / Poem

​I hv lived with your love and hate

Ruthlessly you have pushed me like a bate

Why is it always feels like a new death 

Whenever you leave me

In the banks of promises

Master, I was deeply in love

You came back each time 

My skin wasnt ready 

My soul screamed in disgrace
At times, its difficult

Because I made love,
More with the soiled words

Than the rosy buds