It's 365 since I last heard her voice!

It’s 365 since I last heard her voice!
Her last words were “All the best!”
I lay here on my couch deprived of heavenly joys,
With reddening eyes due to lack of rest.

She had come into my life
When I was busy trading my mind;
But then she plunged a pointed knife
Right through my little heart turning blind;

She is plausibly the best living statue under the blue skies,
The one who would belittle the stars’ twinkle in no time;
It’s unfeasible for an artist to create a facsimile of her with dyes
And it’s out of question for any woman on earth to be so sublime.

That pair of eyes was the best living twin,
The tears they’d bear were part of the costliest liquid on earth,
But now that she crushed my heart into the bin --
That moment I lost all my mirth.

Her letters were the best hand written prose,
Which I at times read around romancing;
Her attire often breathed sweet rose,
But now they are just nothing but tidy clothing;

I get nostalgic about those gleeful phases
When we used to roam about in nonchalance;
So I revisit those exquisite places
And enjoy her charisma in clairvoyance.

In a beauty contest in my reverie,
Attended by beauty dolls from around the earth;
There she comes clad in a traditional red saree
And hammers the finalists in style proving her worth;

We were accustomed to walking hand-in-hand;
One fine sunny Sunday I stepped onto the beach,
Probing around for her despondently in the dusk of the yellow land
For my love had met with an abrupt breach.

The enchanting voice still echoes in my eardrum,
Here I am day-by-day obsessed,
To me her heart is still an unsolved conundrum,
But yet I pray for her to be the Blessed.

An instinct deep inside me feels she’ll return one day,
As my love for her is unceasingly true,
I wish “Love never falters!” as people often say
And larks between both of us forever and grew.

Nevertheless, it’s just 365 since I last heard her voice
And I’m sure that before the world closes its eyes
That symphony would yet again be echoing in poise.