Monday, 11 November 2013

Missing You

Sitting on the comfort chair with the book on the table
Right hand with the little pen and a left pointing on the head
Eyes expressing the cavernous expression of all thoughts
Mouth as a mediator betwixt head and a book
All writing about the pain of your emptiness
The love is rooted on your heart
Scorching suns’ heat seemed like morning rays for us
And experienced the laughter in our togetherness
These are the vivid revealing of my mind
When I see all the nearest chairs are being occupied

Loneliness is always a better place to be with you
When you are away by the distance of miles
Opening a diary of our togetherness is a better book of calm
I learnt, I do enjoy finding the word of offensive in it
And these are words of dualism in their happiest world