Separation

life is a path of complex sensation the walk being through thick cloud.. and when there is a call for unthought separation its tears which do the talks aloud... look the moon lacks shine and calm freshness eludes my little room.. the picture is your waving palm all covered with the clouds of gloom... now even in loud cheerful laughs there is something which holds me within.. like two little separated halves something separates the lands we live in... the memories of days of togetherness are like wounds fresh and new.. which bring in pain so endless everytime life reminds me of you... the joys, the plays, the long hour talks all seem a story untold.. the jokes, the fun and the everyday walks all remain with happiness to unfold... come back oh!, the time is so late its hard to refrain.. the wait has been long, lets change our fate cause without you life looks on with disdain...