Thursday, 22 May 2025

Since You’ve Been Gone - 4

Since you’ve been gone,

everything

whispers your name.

Each morning

trembles in your absence like flame.


The sunlight

falls with a heavy sigh,

and the breeze

no longer carries your lullaby.


In my teacup

no sweetness remains,

your smile

vanished from its stains.


The mirror

refuses to meet my eyes,

my face

a stranger in your goodbye.


Those books

won’t open anymore,

your fingers

still haunt every lore.


I walk the rooftop

chasing echoes of your feet,

and the stars

ask questions I can’t repeat.


The rain

once danced in our delight,

now it

burns through the night.


Monsoon

brings no songs, no green,

only

the echo of what once had been.


The nights

aren’t just long—they ache,

calling

your name till I break.


The habit

of resting on your shoulder and crying,

has turned

into a silence slowly dying.


You were

my first breath of fire,

and perhaps

my last desire.


Now love

feels like betrayal of truth,

for you

still live in my ruined youth.


In prayers,

I no longer speak your name aloud,

for you’ve become

a wish lost in a passing cloud.




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