The colour of my walls is yet to fade,
Your sweat is still condensing by,
It makes me feel your presence this night.
The glare in your eyes,
The promise to support every time,
At their youthful age all that died.
And alone in this crazy world,
You left me to think of life.
Though I do live, I do smile,
Many a times I do forget,
You aren’t anymore among the alive.
Just to let you believe,
I am the brave girl whom you knew,
With you, who used to sleep.
Today I leaned back on my couch,
Your last words and the blessing of no count,
Where blooming in my mind,
Like the lonely moon in the dark sky.
To which I still try to gaze for the time long,
People say to stars now you belong
And I try enough to believe this myth.
Though I do remember your words,
Good people take steps to the paradise,
But you forgot to tell me,
How I can find,
The one lost for the entire life.
Remember? The garden butterflies,
Red, Purple, Yellow and others with stripes
I still try to get near and hold them,
They do still flutter their wings,
And take the flight too high,
But now no one screams for the safety of your child.
Unlike you and that old time.
For an epoch I hold a complaint,
Dreams! There even you don’t glide now,
I pray every night,
For one glimpse of your sight,
“To the disappointment”, I meet at dawn,
But then I still hold a hope,
Of meeting you at the shore of an another night,
Where you will rise from the pious waves,
And the richness of your love,
Will envelope me,
And hold me forever in your beautiful,
P.S : I am never able to write my heart out when it is all about my “Boba ji”