Sunday II

I try to descry the fancy rainbow when it appears along my way to you. It makes feel even low.The hovering mists and fogs around the hills hinder me to justify the beauty of that wonderful seven spectra further. It managed to divert the sorrows for a moment or so, but that perpetual longing of cuddling you keeps it still, inside.

My languished heart is still beating, feebly. The memories that tied tightly around it keeps me alive. The bruised soul that seems vacant since the day you left me, is still is and even more deserted. It has shrunk to a smaller size, and the surface of it rugged  , for it lacks your nourishing loves and affections.

Could you please at least be responsible for this one?