As I open my eyes to the rays tumbling from my window
which makes tiny bright squares on my bed,
I long to hear your voice.
As I contemplate the painful day ahead,
I long to hear your voice.
Syncing my soul with monotony of life,
Perspiring to believe in colors,
as my monochromatic chores glare at me.
When my muscle cry out for a respite,
I long to hear your voice.
When I find a reason to smile,
An occassion to cherish the lightness of being,
In some divine hour, blessed with a moment to rejoice,
I long to hear your voice.
In sickness when I seek some soothing,
when pangs of lonliness scream from my hollow within,
In my selfish desire to share,
I long to hear your voice.
I frustration of pressing times,
in lethargy of eternal boredom,
in my urge to evoke my muse,
and paint life on my own canvas,
I long to hear your voice.
As I lay in dark silence of the night,
and see my sorrowful existence shine,
with the moonbeams,
I long to hear your voice.
It aches my heart,
how much I need you here, with me.
And once more,
I long to hear your voice.
Once more, if it is for the last time...
...and once more, as, it is for the last time.
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I don't think you left any moment of the day, any emotion of the face, any thought of the brain, any mood of the body or any turn of time, when you don't feel the need of that very special voice.
Wonder how much more can one miss somebody. Rather how much more embedded somebody is within the other.
It was really nice... got along with the mood of it. :)
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