I MISS MY GUY

It is not bout the talks,
It is not bout the evening walks;
It is not bout the warmth of a hug;
It is not bout the crazy bug;
but it is bout what we call the inability to meet..

Yes,it used to be an instant call,
Whenever I needed you,you were there for all;
For the world around me the issue is not a hype,
Coz..I get to see you through skype;

I remember you at my every juncture,
And so I am writing this down in the eco lecture;
Whenever it rains and I wanna have a pakora on bike,
Its only those moments and you who strikes;

Sometimes I fail to cope up with my mind,
And its your voice around me I find,
Whatever comes out from me,its you,
Even though we talk so much,for me the mins will always be few;

You know its always truth from me and never a lie,
Only I know how much I miss my guy;
No matter what,I will give this phase a try,
As I write this,there's a tear in my eye...