Love.

Was it love that made me crave for you

Was it?

Was it your touch, that kept me awake all night

Was it your scent, that impregnated my aura

Was it the way you look, that made me blush to every thought of yours

Was it?

Or Is it your absence that is bringing forth this uncanniness

Is it the distance between us that's making it hard to breathe

Is it the trust that is broken for which my heart aches

Why all these? Is it that I miss you...

Do I really do?

Or it's just the form of me 

Which I used to be

When you were around, missing!

Perhaps!! 

I don't miss you. I never did. 

It is that ME whom I fancied,

I am jealous of my earlier self

Now I just dream to be again ME