It has been long since the active thought of you has indeed crossed my mind.
It’s not that I’m happy or anything. But the life is getting more hurried, more weird a kind of annoying buzz in the background of all the others at work; feverishly, as I sit here lost in my eternal reverie.
I’m growing old, really mentally. Feels like I’m 40 or so now .
As my picture of you sleeping in the night gone late.
Smiling in the heavy moist breeze of the early monsoon.
Bathed in the moonlight which steals such moments away from my daily existence.
For yet the glimpse is yet to come to me.
How far away can one be in a situation like this?
As these melancholy thoughts rage in the chilling blizzard of my barren mind, my picture of you is strong yet misty, or was that just the wind? bringing in new rain to conceal these tears of lonely pain?
3 comments:
patience my friend is an amazing virtue!!
why chase a misty dream?
revel in reality..
and dude you will not grow old because some one isn with you..its just the theory of relativity
gonna wear off soon enough...
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