I thought I missed you,
I missed you as darkness misses light
I missed you as the moth misses the flame
I missed you as the fish misses water
I missed you as the earth misses rain
I missed you as a ‘Preetam’ misses ‘Preyasi’
. . . . .
But then I opened my eyes and you were there
I thought I missed you
But then I sat down to write my book
Your thoughts become my words
I thought I missed you
But then I looked at the rainbow
Thought of your colors become the color of my life
I thought I missed you
But then I walked in the cold morning
The Morning Sun reminded me of your warmth which healed my soul
I never missed you …
Because when I closed my eyes again
Thoughts of you become the source of my life
