Sunday, 29 November 2015


There’s an emptiness inside of me which cannot be filled by anyone but you.
Each time you go, it is as if I had been with you all along….
Each time you go, it is as if you are going for the first time
For a long time
I wonder when will we meet again.
When will I again feel the comfort of your companionship and the warmth of your touch..
Ages- it seems.
A man who has gotten used to living in a desert may not loath the absence of a river.
But move him to the banks and the river turns into a habit.
The desert is then loathsome to him, even if home.
You are my river.
And now you are gone.
And there’s an emptiness inside my heart, inside my gut, inside my soul.
I feel lost and alone.
I wish we could be together through it all.
The highs and the lows
In each other’s comfort shall all discomfort be faced.
Till there is life, we shall live.


~Almas Kiran Shamim

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