The Interlude

Ever since you are gone

The ink has dried

My ability to pen my words into anything useful

Has died

I don’t feel pain,joy ,fear ,Sadness , hot or cold…

Neither do my words

Feel restless when untold

Those days when I wrote endlessly and you just looked on

Cheered, smiled, chided and pushed me to go on

The days you read up anything I wrote

Like water soaked by sponge

Gave me the confidence that

I can never go wrong

The way you slithered your hands on my writings

pointed out mistakes, goof-ups

laughed aloud together and

criticized the regular, mundane and sly things…

Ever since you are gone..

My words have lost their worth and meaning

Songs have lost music and

Heart has lost feeling

I just miss the manner in which

your eyes would say

and my hand would start to write

as if I cannot control its motion

it is working on divine might

How can I write now that you are no longer here….

My expressions are slurred

My vision ain’t clear

My mind shudders

My heart quivers

How can I write now that you are gone

My motivation, my confidence, my reasoning..

Have left me alone…

I run my hand frantically through what I write

Wondering If I can see you

Smiling through my words

And feel the connect of your fingers

Where they touched my words

The curves of your hand, the

 Knitting of the brow

The soft casual whisper

Telling me what is right

I ask myself, is there any reason anymore

Any cause to write???