VOID

After a cheerful day full of smiles,

The nights ask me to search for your clone.

No matter how many times I say I am okay,

I still visit that contact which is now unknown.

With the disastrous melancholy that hits my soul,

I feel the pain everywhere be it the heart, eyes, or bone.

I know the much awaited call is never going to come,

Damn! Why do I still stare at the phone?

And whenever I say I miss you,

I get the anxiety in the form of a cyclone.

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My happiness is somewhere blown.

If I say I love you, then it's not just the words,

I promise I would die with your initials on my tombstone.

Don't you even miss me a bit?

How are you so strong, ruling the throne?

Trust me! The bleeding isn't able to stop,

This path is full of stones.

Why did you leave me?

Was I this easy to disown?

I thought its the love that I would reap,

And the pain told me what you've sown.

Your presence isn't there to rest my soul,

But I still feel your cologne.

I gave you my heart in a box tightly sealed,

And you returned it in a polybag, broken, wasn't even able to moan.

When I see myself shatter into pieces with the silent heavy cry, I realise,

The irony, surrounded by so many people, yet all alone, yet all alone.

Ah!