Jigsher: Host of our Love.

Gone were those happy moments,where,
We remained tuned to the songs that
Played in the name of luv,indeed,
A calf-love but cherished fullthrotedly.

Still, sweetest words waive my sense,
As I turn over those lyrics that you
Have penned with great lexicality,when
At times, I was made buoyant object.

Your sweet name, ours? made jointly,
Blended from JIgme and Sherub, with
The wishes, never to apart,
As the name itself is!

Alas, true to the nature's nature,
Everything must change; so was our love,
With the nature's divine, we 've fallen,
A curse that would be naught, to spell!

Seasons took its turn,but remain we,embedded,
Strong, in our cutiest love, prayed,
To the Almighty love, let the season wheel,
But, not to wine the fate to topsy- turvy.

As destined, we met, for a time too less,
And,departed without a farewell,too,
The blooming dreams that we had,gradually,
Ceases to blossom as we drifted far way.

Little, had we known, that it was early,
Pouring the every inch of heartout,
Was an unexpected nemesis;now,
When, all these pangs of thoughts glare,naked!

Glamorous scene becomes less interested,
Even, the hairstyling habit are fretted,
Life seems to dragging towards,
Hollow Island, where the poets usually resides.