This is a masterpiece by my friend Gaurav...
Overfilled with emptiness, my psyche,
keeps me busy being an idle tyke
and fortunately for this misfortune
you're the sinless culprit, ever since June.
Lost in your thoughts, unthoughtful,
I am worthy of being a worthless fool.
Your innocent look played a guilty part,
in sneaking away my heartless heart.
Your vision unseen, is all I dream, deep,
every night in my insomniac sleep.
Find I, yet, this melancholy much pleasant,
I enjoy fantasising such realism incessant.
My timid audacity makes bit hope spring,
so I approach you, like a vaguely clear thing.
Our eyes serve well for the unspoken speech,
During the rarely surplus moment, each.
And to my obvious un-anticipation hence,
I sensibly end up talking nonsense.
Unknowlingly, I get carried away I know,
when I am remotely close to you, my love.
My patience impatient, in front of you dies,
When my blindfolded glance falls on your lovely eyes.
A brilliant fool of myself I make,
Like some ridiculously complex, piece of cake.
For such guiltless sin, don't blame me for it.
This loathsome love, is but a bottomless pit.