Waiting for you!

After you left, everything has changed. Chuckling freely, that impertinence, the way of life and a reason to live, everything has changed. Laughter has covered itself in sheets and hidden itself somewhere. All the possible facial expressions, just like ice, are frozen. Playfulness is.. not playful anymore.

I learned the finesse of living from you but now, living without a reason doesn’t hurt. Neither I have any expectations, nor I have a fear of losing anything.

A fake smile resides on my face with which I pretend that I am as happy as I was two years back. The world is a very ignorant place. No one knows what pains I encrust within me. No one really knows how many dreams were burnt.. how much pain I am in.. how many sleepless nights I’ve spent…

Days pass in a closed room, so do evenings and nights. Trying to cut the abatement, is morning again. In the same dim room, shrouded in an ajar door and closed windows, loneliness lingers, spreading smoke of smoldering love. An old calendar hangs on the wall. On the bed, lost in the folds of the sheet, is where I write you down sometimes.

Now the dust has settled on the page on which your name was written. The book, which you said, “Too good, must read” is lying on the table still open. Even the clock mounted on the wall is upset about its inactivity.

Both of us are the same. Only the wave of time between us has moved on, just like you have. Dreams are dispersed, loneliness is dispersed, dust on the books is scattered and the feeling of having you is dispersed.

Hoping that some day you will come back, the door is still kept ajar.

Another lonely day ends, and the evening too, waiting for you! Come back, if you may, before my last breath ends.