.... And I stil wait......

Those eyes, they don't look at me anymore the way they used to.
Those sparks, don't tingle a fire anymore: when he looks at me..
Those lips, they don't moisten anymore while talking to me..
What once used to be, doesn't remain anymore.

I don't find random texts which brings a smile onto my face when I wake up anymore nor do I find the smell of her bliss around me, anymore.
Sensations tingle, voices resound, but the presence is what doesn't remain.
Where distance, measures and binds love, within a boundary.

Confined here, I sketch the stars we used to envision together,
Some place, we'd call home. Some place, where there was noone except us..just him and me..while we were thousands miles apart: but we shared the same moon.The nights were the most special  part of our day ,where we actually talked about everything; about us. About 'Our' future. It was always a 'We' and never 'me' or 'you'
But you know, there are things that you can have, but can't keep.

The skies, which once used to bloom life, had now turned into a burden, which was doubled by gravity.
A load, which was once held by Atlas, and his beloved, Pleione. Together.

The grounds, which once yielded roses, remain barren today.
The Serengeti seems lonely these days, because the sunsets, have nobody to look at them.
Where the horizon stretches as far and deep, as the troughs within a rose's petals.
Which appear Today, as a scar in the heart.

Where colours, which once defined love, seem to fade.

I found home in his laughter, but it just doesn't seem the same anymore.
Change, remains the only constant.

Here, I defined love as my religion, and made her the sole purpose of my pilgrimage.
Where he stood as the figure to self esteem, love, and prosperity.
He was the purpose of my pilgrimage, that would lead me home. To him

But I guess he have found a new home. .And I can't  blame him for that...it was me who pushed him away,away from me.
It was me who who caused him heartache
It was me  only who was the reason for him to close the door of his heart
But it's true ..
U don't get second chances in life .
The heart doesn't mend so fast...
Or maybe the fellings go away with time...
Or maybe..people changes ..
Or maybe some mistakes are never forgettable.
Because maybe, I wasn't enough.
I wasn't enough to give me a second chance..
Enough, for him to let the world know.
Enough, to let the smile never fade away.
Enough, of what he wanted.

I remember watching him fall apart, because of a step hr couldn't master, even when hr tried or he is trying right now..to remain as distant as he could..
But, I also remember him running into me..when he is low...or when I am not well .I see him care.
He fells that things have changed..but how I do I accept this change,when I can see the same eyes..the eyes still looks at me,the way they used to.
The ears stills yearns to talk with me..
He still sings for me,though on being asked for ,but he still does.
So ..I guess
This, I called home. This, is What, I called success .

I remember
Weeping, because I thought I was a mess, hard times engulfing my thoughts.
Where death, was the sole escapade.
That was Where, I found him beside me.
I found home.

But we all know, that tremors are unpredictable, and one such, has left me here, forever.
A tremor, which tore all the walls apart, as I stood alone inside, while my home, caved in.
Still trapped, within the debris of my own heaven, which I once called home.

Just like the earth soaks in the rain,
He still remains.
His essence, still as fragrant as the smell of the earth, after a thunder.
But just doesn't feel the same anymore.

While he is a blooming rose with a cut stem, which was replanted,
I remain as one which once bloomed, but now, has wilted.

I still wait for 'me' and 'him' to be 'US' again