Why am I _ _ _ _?

Everywhere I go, I find her before me…
There are no moments of vanishing beauty…
Sustained by pain and freedom to express…
I have little doubts about what is happening…..

Eventually the snow will thaw…
But one is never sure about the drift…
Or what rests beneath this covering...
That was not there before the storm…..

Colored leaves always changing would confuse…
If she ever been there before…?
I don’t know about this outright falsehood…
It’s really hard to think of by my mind.....

It’s not my intention to examine…
But there’s not enough for me to hold on to…
There is no one present at that address…
That much is clear already…..

I was never there before, in her life…
May be, I am not going to be…
But then, Why am I down...?
This was never there before…..

With Love
Manish Mahajan