I am really disturbed with your absence dear...I think am feeling your pain...piercing deep into my heart...your words still echo in the silent corridor...crawling sluggishly...but still not reaching out of the door of my heart...I feel you are still alive but no....no more your smile caresses my smile...the lump in my throat is struggling to call your name...eyes following the crowd ....taking you over their shoulder...to burn you ...until no flesh remains on your bones... the ashes they would collect ... to immerse in waters faraway...
your pyres ...burn my heart....the flames rise to burn me...but the irony is that I cant show anyone my burns...my soul bears all the scars...I am whipped... strangled...suffocated...but still am living....like a shameless creature...like a haunted mansion...and you pierce my soul every night...with your giggles and those soaked eyes hiding your pain..when the last time you said...I am ok!
