Emptiness....

     When the weary lids seal the eyes
      of the drowsy sun, the flight of cranes
      glide along the nimbus waves,
      Your heart skips a beat to recall the wings
      I had spread across your mind and
      you reach out to touch their feathered softness....
      But I won't be there.

      While flipping through the pages of a glossy magazine
       in your cosy cabin,you speculate on the
       rise and fall of shares, an obscure word in
       the caption of a well known brand will call
       to mind my oft repeated punch line.....
       a wistful glance will linger on the telephone
       a parched ear would long for a drizzle
       of sweet nothings.....
       I won't be there.

       Perhaps during an indolent afternoon
       you'd sit vacantly on your sleepless bed
       with loneliness scattered all around you
       toying with your cell phone,just switched on.
      Although a pair of frantic eyes would crave
      for some familiar message to flash across the screen...
      a heart has been switched off long ago
      And I won't be there.