The target and the sniper..

One eye closed and looking in the scope,
This thing for me is just like dope.

Addictive and exciting that is what it feels,
I will choose this over best of the deals.

I see the bulls-eye teasing me again,
One shot one kill is not a bad bargain.

I clutch the rifle and take a deep breath,
It's for me a matter of life and death.

Cardboard target and humans are not the same,
It's a tough job but I still call it a game.

Either you die or I die is the game called,
My mind is a computer and it's preinstalled.

I do it for nation and I do it for fun,
I am a sniper and I live by my gun.

The Longing...

I yearn for you each day each minute,
It feels like a burning all over my body and inside.

I thought it will die off with time,
But it is getting severe with each day passing.

It is getting severe and milder,
How can something severe be mild?

There was a time when I thought I would need nothing if I got you,
And I begged God for you each day.

But God kindest as he is,
Sometimes chooses not to be that kind.

I believe it happened for my own good,
And yet I don't know how not getting you can  be good to me.

The longing has gone so intense,
Now even getting you won't fulfill it anymore,

It seems like I long for something that doesn't even exists,
Something which is unattainable.

It all started with you,
But one thing I can promise that it will never end with you.