Guilty

 Guilty

Guilty are all languages that fail to express my feelings to you

Guilty are all poems, that fail to- your beauty - draw

Guilty are all moments that fly by whenever I am with you

Guilty is the sun that ends my sanctified dreams of you

Guilty is everyone, who blames me for seeking you

Guilty you are, for thinking I can sail the river without you

Guilty are your charming eyes, for they are my home in you

Yet they leave me homeless, lonely, and lost. I love them though

Guilty are the days that keep me apart from vanishing in you

Guilty is my heart which forgot to beat; looking for you

Guilty are all doctors, who fail to save this victim whose captor is you

But I am the happiest victim. I dedicate my life to you

If it is a day, a week or a year, I will be waiting for you

Even if I have to wait without having you

It is my honor to be one of those, who are in the queue

Waiting years for a moment when the star will show

Spending our lives waiting just to see you

And if I traveled back in time, what would I do?

I would again, definitely, choose to love you