All those lost texts,
The aching continues.
It's been 8 months since you vanished
With the wind,
I don't know where you are or what
Made you fade away like dried up
Paint.

When you arrived in my life,
You bought in cotton - candy skies,
The sweet whiff of roses and Sunshine.
And now you're gone,
I'm still me but once again a little Void.
I seek answers,
There's no one in this navy blue room
Except me & some flickering lights.
I seek for answers, I think of them;
Reach out yet there's nothing here,
No echo.
No twinkling eyes.
None of you is here,
How I wish you were here, C.

I miss hearing your chirpy - honey
Filled voice.
I miss the sea pacifying the sky,
Following it.
I miss those words of strength, you
Used to give me in the form of your
Affection.

It stings,
It hurts.
There's a thorn ; a blooming rose Stuck in my heart.
A rose so beautiful yet only blood
Flows out :
A curtain is draped over the roses,
Webs are forming, for the house has
Started to get empty —
One by one everyone is leaving, and
There's nothing we can do to stop it.
‘Tis is life : a game of thorns & roses ;
Rollercoasters & crashes ;
Waves & flight ; 
Ups & downs ;
Rise & fall ;
Sweet & bitter ;
A beginning and end.
So there's nothing we can do.
He's the string holder, not us.
Let it flow.

I miss painting your earthly made
Reflection,
Your coffee - sweet - beautiful skin,
Through words on my canvas :
Paper.
Your eyes as black as the sun during
Solar eclipse contain so much warmth
In them, they could burn a house Down.
Your hair, your face, everything about
You is art.
You should be in a museum and not
Here.

You used to be my lavender — an
Escape from the ghastly things.
Your eyes were as sweet and dark as
Chocolate.
The cherries dripping down your
Face, your sweetness, nothing would
Ever replace you.
Though you're gone,
I'll always hold a coloured string of
Yours in my memory as an emblem
Of us, the hope and calmness you
Gave me.
There's nothing I can do to bring you
Back.
My mind aches not knowing why you
Left,
Was it me? Was that what made you
Leave?
No answers only riddles.

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls,
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year, running over the same
Old ground.
And how we found the same old fears,
Wish you were here.

- Ridhima Joshi