The house that became home when you walked in, the walls that turned scented when you touched them, the corridors that never knew light, were filled with light, the moment you stepped into. The house that lived in sorrow, your presence made it smile, and laughter echoed. But now that you have left, the home is not home anymore. The home has become a house, just a house! The walls have become dull, as if they miss you. The rooms, they don’t shine, even if lit. Without you my house has reduced to silence. My house has turned into a haunted mansion, with your memories, grabbing my neck and choking my breath. My eyes, that adored your beauty once, are crying in the pain of your absence. The only emotion that is left to express my love for you, are tears. Even when you
Yes! Life is not just a happy affair; at times, we also have to walk under the shadows of sorrow. But, now it cries in your memories. Please come back before it falls apart. Please come back so that my house could become home again. The layers of paint are coming off the wall like tears, seems it’s crying for you and asking you to come back. The sound of your footsteps is actually the sound of love that echoes when you walk. The house is mine but it wants you. Please come back and spread the light of your love so that it could become home again. Please come back so that the walls could smile again.