With passing days every nock and corner suppress me to think about you.
How strange it is, even while I am with you, I feel this emptiness flowing just like the hope flows telling me one day things will be okay.
But then I wonder, & think what “Hope” whispered to me, “one day things will be okay”.
How are they gonna be okay?
While m still hurt, while yet my heart is aching for your glance, while the urge in me is still dancing to touch you, while every other thing reminds me of you. Is this the way gradually I feel okay, is this the way I feel fine about everything?
Why is every inch of me Mourning, can’t you hear the pain yelling your name? Shouting for rescue.
Why did I fall so deep, I feel as if I lost my own part, something that held me all strong and then withered away.
I indulge in the same thinking, you being the muse, for how long will our days be bad?
For how long the silence will prevail?
For how long hope will flicker!
For how long will I long?
Or someday I shall also wither away.
I miss you.