You whom I can not touch, smell or see.
It’s been long you haven’t visited me. It’s been long you’ve left me alone thinking at nights.
I miss the dialogues we’ve had without words, the long chit-chats without modern technologies; and sharing the silence, the beautiful silence we’ve created worlds apart.
Now you are no longer here, you no longer talk to me, guide me.. or pass me by with the smiling face I’ve drawn in dreams and vivid skies…
where are you, my friend?
The world looks less beautiful, a revolving dying flower lost in some space. Now I feel my thoughts turning into a helpless being waiting and waiting and waiting.. but you whom I can not touch, smell or see.. never show your face.. and never exist..