The Presence


​I miss you like days that miss the sun light when often shadowed by the clouds filled with moist.

I miss you like nights that miss the moon light when Earth has turned face away from its glimpse. 

I miss you like the early mornings that miss the first cast of light due to land covered by the fog and mist…

I miss you like the arching twilight that forcefully push birds to switch between home and field…

No matter which time of day…  

Or which time of year I am in…  

I miss you like a weather without its sheen

Or Iike a time without its continuity and feel…

Yet, my love, do remember this in bottom of your heart and in depths of your soul that no one can fathom but me…

Even in your absence, I miss you like you are with me…  For your absence too gives me pleasure, for your thoughts always accompany me…

Hence, I enjoy Downpour as much as a Golden Spree…

Moonless nights as much as the Silver glee…

Misty rendezvous as much as the hope’s first spill…

And the fleeting twilight as much as its welcoming…

I am three with you…  

Yes… In all shades of destiny… 

And You… 

You are here with me as eternity.


– Dedicated to such a strong absence, one that becomes a powerful presence. 

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