Come back to me, Someday

It is something I cant find. Maybe its lost in the time or in this gushy wind. Heartbeat thumps and skips it beat like I jumped into the puddles after the rain. Is it that hiding moon playing peek-a-boo with me, covaering itself under the beautiful pink sky just after  rains or have I lost my memory in sync that I could not find the thing I want, or is it my heart yearning for some more love each day long. I can sense the smell of rain on clumsy mud, even the rainy wind is not complete.I am not sure of what I am looking for.Surrounded with happiness and surprises all around me,circled with all my kith and kin and very few dear ones who show true love at least not flaunting their transparent hypocrisy unlike others. But yet something has disappeared . If the wind blows tomorrow and the buds bloom into pretty flowers someday and my pavement basks in sun while the shores sight the moon. I want to bloom in your smiles and bask in your sorrows and sight your face above me .because the missing,disappeared and the incomplete part of my life which went astray is "you" .
Come back to me like a reversed shooting star. Someday.

Second Sunday of May

There You held my pinky finger and dropped me to school everyday " and here I search for your fingerprints on my fingers if you have left some imprints behind."

You taught me nursery rhymes with actions just to make sure that I must win every competition. Today twinkle twinkle lil star is my favorite one because you always knew no one can sing any better than me."I can still hear my baby voice in my head where your voice always fades away."

All of the barbie dolls reminds me of you because you always sewed various outfits for my dolls "but I barely remember the colors of their dresses.

I remember the day when I forgot to flower my kiss on your cheeks before stepping into my school bus, when you called me back and I leaned onto you and kissed you. That day cannot be gone ever."but the feel of your touch is missing."

The inspiration for my artistry is you and your motivation,You believed in my doodles. Every time I scrawled down anything crap which was barely able to figure out what was it !!! You always appreciated me and rectified my art." I don't feel that zeal while painting anymore."

Every time I mention your name,I try to hide all of my tears, my body is frozen with fear but this heart is still moist for your love. All of my days are empty without hearing from you and I still haven't figured out "how to fill the void you have left in my life"

Its a second Sunday of may and like always I miss you more each year.