I write..
in happiness, in
love, in bliss
I write..
when I sit
silently in despair
I write..
when I feel that certain
presence of yours besides me.
(P.S. - You always gave me a
reason to write)
But I don’t want to write anymore
for I don’t feel you anymore
but you are still the one
I look up to
whenever I am battered
by the barb of reality.
I don’t want to write
anymore
coz years later from now
holding my pen
thinking of that life
that went away with you
Your love will be like a
ring on my finger
at all times
I`ll be incomplete
with a Void
if it’s Lost…