This present, these lonesome times fill the space between the comforts of past and hopeful tomorrow. Thoughts cross over from the scapes of smiles to the ruthless islands amidst deep sorrow. And I shuttle to and fro the fits of desperation, unspeakable bliss of togetherness and sharpest pangs of separation. Sounds surround me of wind chimes and death knells as I live off my days in personal heavens and private hells. But not even want to part from this way of loving you, I guess the feeling now tells.
You are the sun of my little solar system, all other thoughts the planets. And no matter which planet I wonder upon, every thought will still be revolving around you. Till the final rest in your arms when all the miseries will be gone. Thoughts move in circles and keep weathering along, passing through momentary seasons, the changing emotions. Oftentimes, you are with me and my universe seems perfect but as reality dawns, you are not here, nothing is complete. And as I surround you with my thoughts, your thoughts surround me as in a warm embrace. So much of you I think of and my mind runs after each thought not to miss one. Although words fail to express the feeling, but I tried, I fought to gather the scattered pearls of this opulence. But again they are spilled and again...The thoughts surround me...of the life with you and that in your absence.
