I Miss...
I Miss...
I miss,
The way we used to talk,
The way we shared our sorrows and goods,
I miss,
The trust on you for whatever
I feel I can talk,
I miss,
My friend, who was, more than that,
I miss sharing with you my frustrations and sadness,
I miss the way I cared when you told me about your sickness,
I miss,
The way you just asked to hold on more
when I asked if you have something to do or just leave
I miss the way you said to come to meet,
I miss the way you Made me cheer from a frown,
I miss,
The way we smiled when,
Just by chance, our eyes met on the street,
I miss the initial you who bent his head,
When passes by from each other on the other side of the road,
I miss the you who sang that song,
I miss,
The you who called and said do I
Need to tell the reason to call
I miss the you who just wept fully
Without telling me the reason to cry
I miss you whom I said those words of relief
Without knowing the exact reason for crying,
I miss the way you came to meet at late,
I wonder,
Why you kept a hold on when you use to Say I m crazy and nothing much,
You held that friendship,
Knowing how crazy I was
Still you Made it all at that time
I miss the way I were carefree
About telling you whatever comes in
I miss,,
Your freeness the way you shine,,
The way you look, with that hidden smile
I miss the way you tease me
It all changed words got short,
Our talks are such which have no words,
Still are endless, still they go,
But that which once passes,
Never looks behind,
We are there where words are worthless,
What goes in hearts it talks itself,
It talks itself to whom it wants,
In talks like this where words can fit??
Nope,,
They can't, so as they are lost.
And silence is all what is left
In all these going..
I miss you the one you are...