I wake up to the cold bed-side, where you used to curl up, to the shrill alarm that you would generally switch off, just to wake me up with your sleepy 'good mornings'.
Your fragrance is wearing off that blue shirt now as inconspicuously as a lover falling out of love.
Silence screams in my house ever since you have left.
Dust is settling down on my guitar, melodies forgotten.
I have dinner in the hall, bits of stale pizza strew the floor. (Haven't you always hated that?)
I lay awake in spidery shadows of ceiling fan blades and end up at my study table, holding your favourite pen and a notebook. Forlorn words sneak out like nocturnal creatures crawling around paper.
And then late into the night (when I've 'got to' sleep), I bribe my eyes with the prospects of your dreams, to put them to sleep.
- Inspired by a really beautiful tweet I happened to stumble onto.
"बड़ी मुश्किल से सुलाया है मेने इन आँखों को
Your fragrance is wearing off that blue shirt now as inconspicuously as a lover falling out of love.
Silence screams in my house ever since you have left.
Dust is settling down on my guitar, melodies forgotten.
I have dinner in the hall, bits of stale pizza strew the floor. (Haven't you always hated that?)
I lay awake in spidery shadows of ceiling fan blades and end up at my study table, holding your favourite pen and a notebook. Forlorn words sneak out like nocturnal creatures crawling around paper.
And then late into the night (when I've 'got to' sleep), I bribe my eyes with the prospects of your dreams, to put them to sleep.
- Inspired by a really beautiful tweet I happened to stumble onto.
"बड़ी मुश्किल से सुलाया है मेने इन आँखों को
तेरे ख्वाबो की लालच देकर" - @friendlii_ghost
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