by Thonda Sri Indrani
The way you make me miss you,
lead to the growth of emptiness even more effective than a flu.
The urge to speak with you crossed its limits I guess.
But why does the gap which created wounds had the pungent of sweetness ?
Like lightening it struck me that its only because of the charm of your inbuilt magic,
The unconditional love which you sprinkle on me is the only logic.
Your are the best thing I ever got,
I would say that even in dreams, believe me or not !
So, fill in the emptiness with the immeasurable love,
Like the rain in the fields of of life I plough.
Last updated September 15, 2011