Tired of
the loneliness,
I wish it
would get over,
Miss you
from dawn to dust,
wen will
you come over.
Tired of
the vacant space,
which is
born without you,
the
silent screams goes in vein,
none of
them reaches you.
Tired are those tiny tears,
which continuously flow
from eyes,
nothing
can b said or told,
feelings
turned ice cold.
Tired are those clamorous screams,
turned
laconic, tied to tongue,
Is this
what in real are you,
Me
silent, muted, feelings mum,
This time
i need you the most,
want you
here so much,
to
support, to back, to console me,
to cheer
me up with your soothing touch.
But now,
I must
stand up n walk over the woes ,
throw the
stones n step ahead alone,
Make my
way, to renew the travel,
to
continue my journey with a single stone.
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