MISSING YOU, DEAR

Dear friend, you are not in my talks,

As if it is you who ends talking round,

Once you come, you go, you descend,

It is a black day that should not be long.

White and color you once asked me to choose,

I choose the color, and then you smile and say,

“Simplicity is the white part of life, you obey it.”

I only replied, “I am the cloud, it can have rainbow.”

The absence, so far, as syntactic waving comes in,

I feel empty sky, without stars, moon, and the sun,

I want to hold blue ring around you,

The scream is fine to hear, it is now an end.

You only wrote on my wall,

“Be peaceful; be happy, presence is a mirage.”

The character you depict inside me,

The lovely face you come with me,

All are not mirage,

All are real of reality,

All are syndrome of eventuality,

I love you, and you may live with me.

I am missing you dear,

You are not with me, since your computer is off,

Only phone cannot communicate all,

Studio is there in your presence to feel you and love you.