Ambeck | Narinder Bajwa

Why do I long to see her again once more,

Even more so when she pretends to ignore.

Her face rises like full moon in my head,

And I soak in that glow gasping for breath.

My heart is flooded in her very presence,

With the tsunami of her graceful essence.

This vague drowning feeling lingers strong,

Even after she in silence gone away for long.

I feel her sweet fragrance deep and awesome,

My aching heart too wants to tenderly blossom.

Her memory brings this cold and deep sigh,

And I hold tears back from my drizzly eye.

I can smell her love in flowers and floret,

It ascends me to a place I will never forget.

I hear the birds chirp on a glade of grass,

As if they are talking to me on her behalf.

I am yearning to see and feel her being,

Like the nostalgic gust of wind in spring.

I want to be with her to feel carelessly free,

As eagerly a river wants to meet the sea.

I care for her like the stem of the lotus flower,

which always keeps it above the murky water.

As infinite waters of a deep river calmly flows,

On tide of time my aching longing for her grows.