The Point of Missing

So yesterday when you slept

Of a tired and bleeding soul,

I missed you.

Like the plain 

Missing the rain,

The unwanted years 

Missing the point,

The broken car

Missing the headlight,

The annual diary

Missing the smell of ink,

The village post office

Missing the mails-

I missed you for sure. 

And after a moment I thought that,

The plain needs some dryness

For the flood,

The unwanted years taught me 

The value of absence,

And the headlight retired 

The tired 

Car which was broken 

Inside,

And for the diary and the postbox,

Time had just taken

A spiral leap.

And so I missed you.

And I missed you for the night 

To discover that 

Missing you is

A beautiful sadness.

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About Zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.

2 comments

  1. Nisha Singh

    Thers is Always a point in mossing … always 🙂
    Very nicely put 🙂

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