What restlessness is this?--

Time n again trying not to think of u,
pressing n stopping,
again deleting ur number,
n again retrieving it
trying not to smile
n again smiling to self in deep secrecy -
on d recollection of d words
that dropped from pink petals of ur lips
when the wind played
a silent symphony
to d tune of OUR thoughts.

Is it love imagined
or pull of lust
is it a fake feeling
or old age's dry trust?

What is this restlessness
in d absence of togetherness?--
Tell me u jasmine of d night
ur aroma emanating from
a crush hidden from d sight,
Friends hold me tight
for i fall into pieces this very night...