I wish for..

Holding my hand,

Leaning your head against my shoulder or in my lap,

Ranting about life, decisions and other unnecessary stuff, 

And i would be listening to you,

Sitting quietly, 

Just like you are chanting some mantras,

I wish I could look into your eyes,

Ran my hands across your hairs,

Sitting under the moon,

Surrounded by the hooting of owls, 

In a balcony,

.....

But none of that is here,

Neither you, 

Nor the calmness of your smile,

Neither the smell of your hairs,

Nor the soothing voice of yours,

....

I hate it ..

I hate this feeling of missing you,

I wish you could be here,

Holding my hand in your hand,

I hate this feeling of missing you,

I wish you could be here with me,

Rather than this feeling of missing you.....