The wait which once was a desperation to see you has now become eternal. Every night I sit, drooping under the moonlight, searching the answers of the unanswered questions. I keep questioning myself, “where are you?”, “how could you leave me alone?” though my heart knows you are never going to return yet it waits, it waits to dance on the beats of your heartbeat, sing along,to hold your hand and to be lost.
The clock struck 2 and I sit awake, with a cup full of strong coffee. Little do I know that not even a strong aromatic coffee could help me get over the hangover of your love. Amidst the bright, twinkling stars that reminds me of your gracious beam, the warmth of the cozy blanket makes feel your presence I sit and reread the last letter that I wrote for you.
Hey John,
I know that you are gone, gone forever. Everyday I blame myself , for calling you, for asking you to meet me, for asking to make things clear between us, because neither i would ask you to come nor i would lose you FOREVER. I know you are never going to receive this letter, though i write to you for you to here what my heart says.
I wait, for you to hear all the unspoken words.
I wait, to let you know the bittersweet truths.
I search, for your shoulder to weep,
I search, for your hands when my tears roll down my cheeks.
The gracious beam that shines on my lips,
Slowly to a cloudburst from my eyes it slips.
Every time the air caresses me,
Your cherished presence fills me with a glee.
For a rainbow awaits my empty canvas,
but little does it know,
that the artist belongs to a different cosmos.
Though i know that you shall not return,
yet i wait, i wait for the destiny to return.
And with the last words of this letter i put myself to sleep and hope to wake up in your arms.
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