I am back at staring at the night again
The crescent moon and the fading stars
On the chair I lay back
And light the last cigarette from the pack.
My mother never let me smoke inside the house
Thus an excuse to bond with the lonely night.
High above a hill, I saw a house glittering
Or may be it’s a star trying to touch the hill
But neither did it matter nor did I care
My thoughts were already on the last conversation we had
Our last chat actually, internet does wonders
Keeps us connect, over all that distance.
Now I wonder what you must be doing.
Are you thinking of our last conversation too?
Or are you out laughing with some friends?
Did you smile today? Was I the reason?
This is suppose to be summer, why am I feeling cold?
I wonder if you are feeling cold or hot just now.
What do I do? Whenever I am not chatting with you
I am thinking about you. When I am chatting with you
I am thinking about you sitting there and smiling
And whether I am saying all the right words or not.
When I am not doing that, I am dreaming about you
And wondering if you are thinking about me too?
And when I am not doing any of the above
I am simply missing you and hoping that you are missing me too.
I have been dreaming again, the cigarette almost burnt out
I take few quick drags, shit, my last cigarette
The light on the hill seem to have disappeared.
So, back to the bed now, back to surfing channels
And soon I know I’ll lose myself in the world of Hollywood and Bollywood
Until sleep takes over.
Good night My love
I love you, and I miss you terribly.
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