Sometimes I Miss

Sometimes I Miss

Mornings that comes with an unfinished dream
the sunlight too doesn’t bring anything unseen
and there’s only me who sits on the table with my breakfast
a glance at the empty cup shows a scene from my past

That moment brings back the memories which make me sad

Sometimes I miss the sip we shared in the only cup we had

Noon time is when I immerse myself into a marathon
a never ending race of muscle and caliber
in this anarchy as a tone from my phone ascend
I often hope that it is holding your voice at the other end

Those few moments of hope turns everything in a heavenly form
Sometimes I miss the sweet conversations we used to have in the storm

Evenings which leave me alone at the horizon
the fulcrum of memories settles in my impression
and the cries of fallen leaves hardly goes unheard
when they are crushed by passing world

That crushing sound reminds me of the time you held my hand
Sometimes I miss the heart beat we shared in the sand