Talking self (that keeps talking)

When you can’t get even a measly word of reply out of her, no matter how you try, keep this in mind.

REASON:
When you hear the morning sparrow chirp,
Remember it is she, making vows never to talk to you.

LONGING:
  Yes, yes indeed,
  That she is an old soul I keep muddling,
  That she is in love I keep forgetting,
  That she too is mourning her heart I keep ignoring.

REASON: So you realize that?

LONGING:

  Her beautiful woman’s body
  That talks to me
  Her legendary voice
  That listens to me

  You see, I want to be with her
  Like there is no tomorrow
  For me.

  First I mused
  Her giving

  Then I bruised
  Her giving

  In my muses
  In my bruises
  It was like there was no tomorrow
  For her

REASON: Is this any way to love her? Get a hold of yourself.

Raj Karamchedu