Like A Candle, I Burn In Quest Of True Love Night after night, I try to trace your same fragrance The same old scent of your messy wardrobe That you left with me, of course with your cold departure Oh, yes, I try to trace you amidst the crowd Night after night, I try to trace your same fragrance But in vain Like a corpse, I suffer from lifelessness I meet outsiders I try to identify you with their fake laughter I move here and there For the sake of the same pleasure Like a corpse, I suffer from lifelessness But in vain I am chased by the same hunger Nobody can repair my damaged soul I return desperately from each door to my lonely store Like a candle, I burn Without any respite from the echoes of your lovely chatters Once my room was filled with your endless conversations Now with my misery, I seek my expiration from my unwanted possession.
Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths