Sleepless nights, infinite random thoughts, Remembering those moments, he had much to say, an urge to talk to someone, to be cared, to be loved, to be understood !! She was gone by now, And...

They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his.

She came and took away all his miseries, his sorrows !!Then SHewent and left him restlessly numb. He was herpainkiller. SHe, his anesthetic.

She toyed around with his smiles and emotions, till they actually turned plastic. And then, She changed the toy…