• nupurtripathi 23w


    Your presence was just a myth
    It was all made up in my mind
    Wait was endless
    And probably unfeasible.
    Improbable was the separation
    And the unspoken words made
    It as tough as teeth
    Phones were laid untouched
    Messages kept unread.
    And yet we can feel
    Each other's breathe.
    Even today we know the touch
    It is not the lack of feelings
    It is depriveness of favourable