Without You

O love, Where are you

Without you,

I can’t make it through

The mountains have lost their sheen

I don’t even like the valley green

And here comes the brutal cold winter breeze

Shaking the trees, making my soul bleed

Summer’s gone and so have you

And without you, 

I can’t make it through

The flowers have died, 

and the birds flew

O my love, 

where are you

The garden we used to play in

The sheets we used to stay in

Those careless times

That impromptu rhyme

My silly jokes

Your cheerful laughs

Those walks into the wild,

with you by my side

That holding hands,

or making castles in the sand

Where did it go

Tell me, my love

And here comes the torturous snow

Can’t you see Lord,

I am already feeling low

These endless dreadful winter nights

How do I live with you out of sight

I collect firewood and light a fire

If only it can consume all these burning desires

O love, Where are you

Without you, I can’t make it through…

– Pushpender Rathee