Her Absence...

(varun jain 72)
In those wee hours when shadows loom
In those dark nights of gloom
Thoughts surge and uproar
Someone's presence is that i crave for
That tender touch ,those genuine feelings
Those unspoken words and those telling eyes
Still wandering to have a sight
The passion the fervour
All of them whispher and murmur
And then the apparition emerges
From the forsakened land it surges
Those unending days and nights
That we had spent by the moonlight
Those memories so intricate and petite
Still in that broken heart echoes her last sight
The memories fade and challenge my might
Enstranged and startled by that strife
Without her i realize the tragedy of life....
The reality of life,bcoz its life its life...