In this vast realm, where passions may take flight,
I wander far, on bicycle so grand,
Exploring streets, bygone paths, each clear night,
Through moonlit lanes, all worlds held in my hand.
But lo, her street, a lonesome black abyss,
Where love finds not its place, nor words find grace,
A painful void that fills my heart amiss,
A secret longing wrapped in silent lace.
Yet pedaling on through countless avenues,
I seek her presence in each cherished place,
Her face, her voice, so sacred and abstruse,
Her absent love, a bittersweet embrace.
Oh, cruel fate, that smiles on other loves,
Yet leaves me longing, in my dreams thereof.
Through verdant meadows, beneath azure skies,
I focus on the world, and its delights,
Each spinning wheel, a balm for love’s demise,
As time erodes, and healing thoughts take flight.
But in her street, a tempest yet remains,
Where yearning hearts are trapped, and dreams defaced,
A whirlwind of emotions, silent strains,
Where love lies dormant, lost without a trace.
Yet onward I maneuver, wheels tread light,
In search of solace far beyond those bounds,
Where love’s cruel shadows dissipate with might,
And peace, like whispered threads, entwine and resound.
Though unreciprocated fervor may sting,
I ride the roads, where hope still finds its wing.
Through bustling squares and quaint, secluded lanes,
I let the wind caress my hopeful face,
Each pedal stroke erasing past love’s pains,
In every turn, new memories replace.
But in her street, oh, how the absence aches,
Each thought of love enmeshed in sorrow’s net,
And yet, I delve through night, unyielding, wakes,
To seek love’s solace where no dusk begets.
Though letters remain silent, voided, still,
My heart persists, through journeys far and wide,
Through lipogram’s constraint, I find my will,
Unreciprocated love be my guide.
For in my heart, an anthem loudly rings,
True love endures, transcending all life’s stings.
Divanshi 