Her absolute absence

I was never prepared for your absence Whenever you said goodbye , but eventually you came back with your smile ,You went towards the light and I’m buried in this darkness 
I felt blessed then, I feel cursed now

I will remember you for centuries

Now I’m grieving in your memories 

The falsely truth of erroneous presence of silence 

Why should I accept your death , 

Will I ever see you smiling again?

Why there is the concrete wall between us now 

You can’t reach me and this silence is growing loud 

There is no space for dreams in my head its full of incurable fear  

My Morning begins with misery

My Days come in chaos

The Weekends ends in disaster

And Happiness turns into ruins 

I feel your absence but I feel your presence too , I woke up today saw the empty space beside me , but I still want you to remind me , that you are gone 

Where do I look for you  ? Are you inside of me?

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“Something about her“

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I never dreamed her mysterious lies 

But she would trick me and hide 

While walking she used to stop and stare 

The look in her eyes I found it rare 

Even I never possessed the power to love her 

Her hypnotic behavior made me give her comfort and care 

I still wonder , I write about her smile and her beautiful scruffy hair 

Nowadays she haunts my dream at night 

No, not the nightmares she plans to give me 

But wants me to be by her side

Well here I plan to miss her tonight 

There’s something I would like to ask her 

“Hey can you read the questions reflecting through my eyes ?”

May be she would answer me instantly 

But I want to hear her words , gently

She didn’t talked much , but it was enough for me to satisfy

I miss her less vulnerable weakness 

So I peel my skin to release the disease 

That keeps growing along with me 

But through the exit wound only the darkness I can see

Well Yesterday’s tragedy becomes regrets of tomorrow 

There’s something left alive in your memories, that I would like to borrow 

Till then let me learn to live with this sorrow

                       -“needed to be loved again “