I carry no more that sense of touch..

I carry no more

That Sense of touch

that thing called love

we had so much...

Between separation and possession

it seems,

I have got u but

I have lost myself...

And when I sleep at night without you;

Nothing more comes to my mind,

A state of non feeling

That surrounds me;

And neutrality that creeps in.

It’s been years since

I have been standing here,

But I have stopped waiting it seems.

No despair

Just boredom and no strength

to look for you

even a glance or stare.

I shut the drapes

the sunlight reminds me of the darkness

that exists.

And sometimes I stop breathing

to maintain

the loud silence that persists.

When the cold wind touches me

Wherever your fingerprints lie,

It neither hurts me nor loves me

like it used to

While I lie there naked and shy...

The world is just so busy; so engrossed,

to fill the gaps and emptiness,

to complete the incomplete stories;

to cover the carefully built distances.

And here I lay wide awake

thinking about no gaps to fill,

no games to play.

Just shouting in oblivion

with nothing

absolutely nothing to say....

Written almost an year back..