(Thantophobia (n.): The fear of losing someone you love.)
What happens when your fear comes true?
Things I keep losing about you-
1. Sight- I am standing still and you are continuously moving forward in the opposite direction. With each passing day , I am losing the most comfortable view that is of you. But , Does out of sight means out of mind?
2.Skin- Bit by bit, I am shedding the skin that loved you. I am trying to UNLOVE you. What option will you choose if the only option you have is that you have no other option?
3.Voice- Hey! How are you doing? Hey! How are you? Hey! How are Hey! How Hey! Hey . . Communication is lost. Day by day, I'm hearing so less from you. I'm losing the sound of your voice.
4. Love- I go on a cliff and scream "ILOVEYOU", the whole universe replies- they love me, universe includes you too. I convince myself, it's not the echo of my voice it's you telling me you love me. Gradually and steadily, I am losing the love you gave.
5.Touch- I am drowning in water and you are holding my hands and gradually your hand is slipping from my hand And . . You lost my hand and I lost your touch.
6.Warmth- December is on the way, april already passed, Winters are coming, I have never felt summer since you left. With each successive day, I'm losing your warmth and I'm turning cold.
7.Heart and Mind- That pumping organ refuses to pump blood, The thinking organ refuses to think anything other than you, Little by little, heavily I am losing control over my heart and mind. Afterall, "The Heart wants what it wants."
8.Myself- Slowly, gradually and successively I am drowning I am falling in the abyss I am stumbling on the roads I am fading into the colours of grey I am shattering into bits and pieces I am digging my grave to settle there Day by day, I am losing control over myself For you, I am losing myself. -sakshi
Someday, in the middle of night; when the cuckoo fails to bring me to sleep, call me up and say my name. Say my name as if your lips and tongue create a euphony, reverberating zephyrs all around to create melodies of love.
Someday, when the past overburdens my heart, come like a healing in the midst of sorrow, with a wand of eternal cure to mend these bruises, weakening me within.
Someday, when I fail to recognise myself, hold my hand and take me back to the lanes of memories, to tell me who I am and to where I belong to.