Ceiling and empty

Staring at the ceiling
Chanting the praises and phrases
Hoping my eyes to set loose
And my consciouness to be set free

All my senses wake
Capturing each and every details
From the loudest sound of thunder outside
To the silence of my own heart beat

Arms wraping each other
Trying to comfort and warm one another

Looking at the side, empty
Missing those eyes
Which will look after me till I pass
Missing those arms
Which will wrap and hug till I pass
Missing those warm breath
Which slightly touch my skin
And
Missing everything about you

Staring back at the ceiling
Hoping you there
Missing me too

By adahredha@gmail.com