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Oct 2016
I don't see you anymore
I can see those books
You were reading
Few still trapped in cellophane
Waiting for you to liberate
And walk with them

Your pyjamas and yeah,that grey tee
You loved it so much
That we bought six of em
All are there
Looking at me blankly now
Asking what now...

Your watch still on the table
Ticking but not
I see your ideas all over
That old blue rug
Those silly comics poster
The sickly coloured socks

And
O for god sake
That wand of yours.
Come back if it works
You idiot

I see you
Stumbling over nothing
Jumping around

I see all of you
So many of you
Everywhere

But only one of me
Looking for you
amongst all the memories
Wanting that one of you
Any-******-one
Come out and
Just look at me
And break a smile
In me;
Please


I see self in the mirror
My life shrinked to my eyes
Dead eyes
Your imprints all over ;
All over the house, the garden, the kitchen
The floor, the plates, glasses, remote, this world of ours,
The air I ll ve to breathe
On me which I ve to live with.

On me.
Just after you, what's left is you more than anything.
Vikram sikki
Written by
Vikram sikki  India
(India)   
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