I am waiting for you,
It just feels like so so long,
many wanton nights of heartache passed only with longing…
Sometimes I want to shout but my voice shivers.
Believe me, baby, it hurts.
I feel like being a clock without hands,
Or a river that runs dry,
and until you return
all I can do is to be patient
And try not to cry.
People might find me smiling,
but appearances are deceptive.
It feels great dwelling on the memories,
But soon the fear of “what-if-you-never-return” comes and haunts me.
Maybe I’m trying to cross a sorrowful ocean with an obsolescent boat,
In this journey, my sense asks me to stop,
And sensibility says – go ahead.
Sometimes I think one day you might forget my existence,
and you will never come back,
Which makes me feel like being trapped in a closed room,
ceasing the fresh breeze to come inside.
I hope you’ll come back and don’t let me suffocate.
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