On cold, lonely nights such as these,
I remember those spent with ease
Those warm nights when u stayed awake
To watch sleep n me a truce make..
My forehead yearns for that kiss tonight
Which you placed with such delight,
My hair asks for your loving touch
Those sweet nothings meant so much..
On cold, lonely nights such as this
It's your love and care that I miss.
We are torn apart by tonight,
As you and I our loneliness fight..
Ananya, you acquired a finesse in choosing the words that depicts your inert feeling... that's rare. This particular poetry makes one nostalgic especially a person like me who are still trying to come in terms with the void created due to the loss of a doting father.
ReplyDeleteYou don't know me, and that's not very important. Keep on writing!
Dattaa