Thursday, March 15, 2012

an ode to the insensitive

You are not there.
Not anymore.
Does not matter.
I made myself believe that I do not care.
I am happy with my job.
(ok, it’s becoming too much)
I have a job which keeps me busy( nothing more)
I have my friends, who will be beside me whenever I need them
I have books to see me through light and dark
In fact , life is ok, not perfect, but ok.
I don’t think I can complain.
But , you are not there.
Just you are not there anymore!


Nabanita Dutta said...

I "LOVED" this one...

To reality and back said...

eta tahole complaint noy? :D