Dying to talk to you
To hear your voice
As some euphoric tunes
In the world of chaotic noise
Just not happeining with me
To count every dying moment
Before I can get rid of or actually die
The vacuum inside posing high
The world around me is living though
Not that am in envy
But I missing my best freinds' voice
The silence is unbearable killing me
He talked to me
He scolded me
He gave philosophies
We used to chat aimlessly
For hours together on any topic
Just any topic under the sky
Actually it was not talking to each other
But it was sharing celebrating life
I keep on straining my ears
But remains ghostly silent the voice
And I have to drag along my caracass
A shakcled priosoner betrayed of every little choice
Never realized in my Life those talking to someone sometimes turn out to be more important than breathing properly...
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