THE SOLITUDE

In the rush everywhere
still,
there is a void in my heart,
what echoes - your footprints there,
while I wonder forlorn on my route...

Never it happens to me that
I can meet you to my conviction
and
can talk you to my heart's content,
for all the time we ever meet
silence talks
or,
lips speaks so different......

Come once,
I am leaving for my grave,
behold! every bit of land keeps our remembrance,
tell,
will you (not) step into my solitude?
know,
nothing is same without you,
nothing is same without you !!!