My day doesn't pass neither does my night,
when due to some reason we can't talk.
that day feels so dull and grey,
nothing feels great and happy.
clock seems to have stopped,
each second feels like a year.
waiting eagerly for my phone to ring,
hoping from you I could get a call.
I neither feel hungry nor thirsty,
all I feel is sad and lonely.
my eyes feel tired waiting to see your name on screen,
my ears feel tired waiting to hear your voice.
hearing your voice once a day,
is my medicine to feel alive.
everywhere I look and try to find you,
sometimes I see you even when I know you are not.
©richugarg
R