Fingers that perfectly fitted in yours once
Crawls over the bedsheet
embracing the love that we shared.
Lips that had tasted you once
dries while I look at the roof
that stared us while we had each other, completely.
The cold feet that had received your warmth once
do not move a bit now,
As I find you far away.
The mind says : He is a distant one
The heart whispers : The distance is always less than his love.
– Kritika Vashist