I was afraid that if I begin, even with a 'hi', my tongue will roll itself into so many versions of 'i love u' s, It'd be hard to tell which one of us is more embarrassed.
So all I do is let my phantom hand touch your real skin.
Today, I watched the sunset fade into twilight even as the city lights blinked alive. Did you feel it too, love? The phantom grasp of my hand in yours.
You are blinded by false hopes and expectations until you find yourself walking down an empty street painted white-silver by moonlight, with buildings silhouetted against the dark star-freckled sky. You feel your heartbeat in your feet while your whole body is numb. A gush of cold wind reminds you; You are all by yourself as were you in the beginning.
Your phantom lives in my room garbed as the memories that we gathered together As it happens I bear a phantom pain when you go away even when you're not here
I can feel his frigid existence Each time the frozen breeze tickles my chest ... sometimes l find his physique in the quiet murky night Through the open window pane near my bedside ... Sometimes l even observed his luminous eyes Shimring as the stars in the enormous sky ... I have experienced his inhuman presence His gaze from the soiled picture frame .... It was just the corpse that burnt to ashes Nobody heard about spirits death .... -Himasmita sarma .