My Divine Interest

Maybe I never held your hand
Because all I wanted was to stay behind.
To get all the bliss from your astounding success,
I prayed day and night and lost those seconds.
Each time life created a recess
And my self-confidence went to pieces
it was always you who glued those bits.
Everything you said is in my mind, treasured
Everything you have done is fondly remembered.

Self-sympathy is what i will be always accused of
But trust me with you around I had no pains to speak of.
And why will I sympathise with myself?
After God has blessed me with happiness in your form himself.
The last thing I would do is jeopardise your life.
With all the false malice that has been a knife.
Every second it keeps cutting a thread
Only to leave me hanging against my head.

There are no questions in the corners of my mind
Because I always knew I will not be your find
But I request you not to force my already tightened grip,
Because the sand is slipping between my fingers into the pit
The few particles which still remain,
let me keep them and wipe off my pain.
For all the countless bliss we have had,
For all the dreams that we shared,
For all the motivations i used to get
And for the few moments that are left
I can't let your words butcher my divine interest.
Let these last moments not just be a wait.
Allow me to treasure my divine interest...