Thursday, July 10, 2014

Almost Love...

 365 days and a few nights later
I am trying to taste the familiar warmth
and hear the forgotten footfalls
that has become silent like both of us.
We have kept veracity and a few smiles
In a curtain box
planning to take it with us
later
someday, sometime,
when the callings of life will be completed.
Till then we will postpone love.
Now sleep is lonely and famished
as dreams have deserted the eyes and
both of us imagine
a future love
waiting
today...
the day after...
and a day after... 

and this explicitly is the loss of love!