Is the sand of my void
Fills me up with itself
Breathes into me
Today seems different
The sand is drenched
In the sorrow of you
Weighs heavily choking me
The air isn't the same
It seems to miss your breath
I miss that familiarity
It feels so lifeless
This city, Mumbai
Has cuddled me forever
It stands silent now, weeping
At failing to pacify me
This me, I do not feel
This me refuses to heal
This me is homeless at home
This me wants to run to you
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