Unnamed

finally
we part,
and the moments get lost in translation,
water droplets accumulate
on the window pain,
and vapourise
as the sunbeams fall on them,
I feel a burn on my skin,
from nowhere blisters appear,
and as they burst i feel a strange pain,
I see your face
as it appear from nowhere
only to fade again,
I smile,
I cry,
I hope,
I pray,
I yearn,
to be with you again,
or
the verse will remain unnamed,
until you give it a name,
someday the nightingale will sing again..............................