Empty Apartment
It's the 16th Floor, 302F
do not you worry, you'll love it a whole lot.
I can see your hesitation,
but u'll see, this is the perfect one.
Here we are, white door
with his favourite, brass nameplate
reading, Woodsmist in gooseberry black.
On the left is the balcony
and bedroom is on your right.
In front you see, is the kitchen i used
and above is the chantelier we brought,
the day we made love.
I know you like the place,
from your sparkling grey eyes.
I know you love my darling house,
But, you must know
why am selling it so cheap.
It was my nest,
with me and my love.
We sung in the balcony,
dined in here.
When i cooked in the kitchen,
he kissed my neck, holding my waist.
Our nights and holidays
were our bedroom's delight.
I was thee and thee, mine.
All i cared was him and my nest
but, today all i have is
this Empty Apartment.
Neither do i have love
nor i seek any.
He left me alone,
with a skylark unknown.
He said he loved me and
gifted me a memory.
I smiled and thanked
shouted and wept,
But all am left with is
me and this Empty Apartment.
Now, Ma'am you know, why am selling it so.
For now i don't have
the one to sing or cook with me
nor hug or kiss me.
Lets go back and sign the deal
Vastu says its the right time.
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