December 2011
9 posts
'Miss' Is Such A Pathetic Word
I know you.
But I don’t know you.
I know many things.
But I don’t know much.
Who I am today, I know.
Three years back and four years on, I don’t.
I do feel.
I feel a presence behind me every now and then.
I feel a throbbing in my chest.
I feel solitude.
I feel a fair amount of nothing.
Out of nothing, I persist in feeling your influence.
Embracing it.
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