She Is My Hell

Everyday the pain of her is increasing,

As my love for her is not decreasing.

When every part of my body functions well,

But my heart stands isolated, hard to tell.

When I stand among the crowd in the world,

I feel lost, as her hands, I am unable to hold.

I see her image in all that I see,

On earth, in air, fire, water and in the sky.

If her love was an ocean,

I would jump in it to swim and win.

But her heart, a hell, seems even deeper,

It will suffocate me and I will suffer.

For the sins of loving her, a spell,

Now I burn in her fire like in hell.

Indeed, disguised, she is an angel,

Not of life but of death and it's painful.

I wanted her to be my heaven, to dwell,

But, to suffer, she has become my hell.

Yet, my love for her is not decreasing,

Everyday the pain of her is increasing.

Imagination By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.