By Akshohini Singh
Countless days and nights over my roof,
And heavy rain in my room.
It feels heavy in the chest,
And shivering in the head.
Oh! It's your news of not coming again.
Didi, it has been a year,
I want you to be here.
I want to count those stars again,
I want to share the same secret again,
I want to sleep beside you again,
I want you to do my makeup, play the same game again.
I just want to slide over those memories again.
You are the melodies over my strings,
The para of my sonnet,
Spotless moon of my starry night,
The serenity of my soul,
And the most beautiful thing that my soul and scripts hold.
But you are the nostalgia of my nightmare.
But I wish you to be so happy.
So I can run to catch every beautiful moment
Where you stay.
I can spot you in every
Sunset, smile, rain, blue
Skies that I see.
So, I can slide over those memories again.