The presence

There is a hole in your heart, that you have you have filled in with people, who are really far away. You ache for their presence, their love, that's so pure and unconditional. There are no expectations, no returns expected from you. Its just so pure, that even the impurity in your mind washes away, just like it happens, when you dip yourself on the theoretical Ganga, which cleanses the soul. Having people, who love you that way, is a blessing.

How does life act so cruel, to place them in the other part of the world and still remain in peace?

A heavy heart, a long sigh, life moves on. Love will always remain fresh and you will always remain thirsty. Like a drought laden land, that asks for more.

The water of love will flow one day. From all the places you expected and from the unexpected ones too. And you will be drowned in it - no matter the distance, no matter the differences. You will just thank life, for making you realise the pain of absence, so you don't take the presence for granted.

Have hope. Love more. Be kind - to yourself. You will be given more of what you have always wanted to have.

The presence