His absence created a void
Making the words in my lips unuttered
I felt his companionship when my eyes were closed for a moment
Which gave me a special and soothing kind of contentment
The opened eyes and reality laughed at my fantasy
But my heart whispered, belive in me, and what I could see
Memory of his face always bring a attraction to my mood
Which would have been done by his presence, if the things were good
Now I feel all my happiness in the left out stories of him
Which makes my soul delighted and not to be in grim.

Pallavi. Bhat