I lost something about 9 months back, while chasing a mirage of happiness in the dessert of sadness and despair,
I lost my life with it, and was left all alone in the mid of a hugely crowded street with people and chaos all found at stare.
I lost my smile, my peace, walked in a broken foot my way back towards my door,
But, trying yet again to get back something from the ruins left, made me feel all is shattered to its core.
I lost big time and so I cried and cried, all while waiting in that deserted bus stop at peak office time of a busy working day,
Yet, not a single soul stood by to hand me a bottle of water helping me quench my thirst there.
Irony smiled back at me yet again, as the shuttle I was standing all dead was the same,
Where I used to wait for him in my best attire, all pink in blush and feeling butterflies in my stomach thinking, “Am I looking good today? When will he come ya? How long?”
Once again, I tried calling back not once or twice continuously 64 tries,
Stupid me, thinking he will melt seeing me die and pick the phone to reply.
I stood there as stoned there watching dozens of shuttle pass by,
Yet, did not get the courage to board even one, thinking if he calls me back, I shall run back to reply.
I lost you then, I knew and I lost my self as well, it’s months now for that the incident to happen,
Still,
My day begins seeing your face as clear even in my imagination as if you are right there like always,
And so, does my whole sleepless night end as i keep staring at that clock which doesn’t wait.
I lost, I did
For you Ross
5th Feb.