Long after I miss her,,..

 Good Evening Kay.. "Should we carry those tears, which no-one is going to wipe"..? its 3 am now..

- You know Kay sometime I feel, would she be looking the same moon as I am, through my window?,, but then, I always found that her moon is not above my head.. nor she, is looking to it.. Tears are what flows inside my head,, but reflect in my eyes.., like a candle,. brightening the darkest of room.. So does these hopes, but wax melts with time & wick burns in flame.. like efforts & results.. and ashes remains in both...

-Darkness,, how amazing it sounds if you lose its meaning,., love how beautiful it sounds.. when unless I see my reflections.. I heard today, a line is long, till you create another even bigger.. then past one seems adorable, and new.. frightening, same as we break the barriers in hurting,, Koo. I remember memories never ending, dancing in my brain as I lie on bed.. Koo beside me..  

- We promise a lot to other.. and believe them blindly.. I remember my Koo have said a lot & what not.. but when I look back.., I see. she said coz there was nothing else she could have said in the moment.. to seek my affection,, words crafted to make me feel,, words after endless words of same thing.. We will be together forever..?  doesn't matter now.. Kay I wish what you say,.. follow.. be afraid of most and forever in love,, delusion.. 

- But the sad is,, after all this.. I still miss her a lot, in my bed and arms every day.. her sent and smile,. teras then rolls, till they dry.. then heart ask,,. was my mischief this rude? Or she wanted to go? a thousand question rolls again till, I see her smiling in my brain and I sleep.. I guess Lucky are those who have Koo with them everyday, as I used to, but then maybe I have lost her importance, maybe taken her for granted, maybe didn't heard her, when she needed.. and worst is she not going to ans any.. I am now doomed to live with questions, I have.. . Kay lets listen this song "Jiya Jaise".. 

- A teacher told once- "never promise beyond your age".. and truly love is not a slave of age.. we see us in arms till death bed.. Boundations is not what restricts boundary in love,, its morality which does.. And in beginning we shut it off.. (boundless, free) sounds supportive in love and terrifying without it..  Kay just don't loose yourself in arms of one, who just speaks.. its easy to lose then to be found..