Days have passed by and I haven’t heard from you. This brain with a motherly instinct, oozes out bundles of worry and wanders into a maze of tormenting thoughts. Hormonal anxiety gushes in and commands me to visit your page.A page filled with empathy, love,romance and fear. I call it ‘my home’ where I feel and ‘live in you.’My home is now haunted by silence, with only the sound of creaks that are heard ,as your breath sounds peek in to feel in a residing soul. These walls yearn to be painted with words old and new, with stories of sorrow, and poems of love.They are dazed and shattered with erased memories, urging you to start anew. (Continued in caption ..) Days have passed by and I haven’t heard from you. This brain with a motherly instinct, oozes out bundles of worry and wanders into a maze of tormenting thoughts. Hormonal anxiety gushes in and commands me to visit your page.A page filled with empathy, love,romance and fear. I call it ‘my home’ where I feel and ‘live in you.’My home is now haunted by silence, with only the sound of creaks that are heard ,as your breath sounds peek in to feel in a residing soul. These walls yearn to be painted with words old and new, with stories of sorrow, and poems of love.They are dazed and shattered with erased memories, urging you to start anew. Rummaging through memories, I trace my steps backwards, jumping into the chats of eternity. Yes! I call it my ‘eternity’ .. for once! time had ceased to exist. Scrolling up and down, numerous times.. I laugh and I cry. Couldn’t believe the two ‘shy souls’ had decided to flee! Flee into a world of possibilities and wild desires, a world far far away! Like in the fairy tales! Burying my thoughts, I look at your profile photo.That innocence and simplicity! Hint of madness masked with a spectacle of maturity! I wonder! How was I so lucky to have found you, to have loved you so explicitly and lost. All so beautiful and yet not enough. Should I thank the stars or curse them? I will be thankful, for you taught me to be grateful for the times we spent together. The ‘good’ in ‘you’ .. camouflaged the ‘bad’ in me. How can I un-love someone so pure and true? Regaining consciousness from my thoughts, I hastily type in - ‘heyyyyy!! How are you doing ??’ (Backspace it) , ‘you know something????’ (Backspace it) , ‘are you alright??’ (Backspace it again), search the gallery to send in a photo ( close the gallery), then make a few more attempts to type in a few sentences (Backspace it yet another time). Gathering a little more courage, I wrote, ‘Why is it so necessary to conceal what we feel? Why can’t ‘it’ be real?’ Waited long enough to be ‘seen’,but as always his ‘priorities’ had left me ‘unheard’
