If only you were here…
My phone doesn’t ring on my birthdays,
I don’t feel your hand patting my back.
I walk out of the airport at Mumbai.
My eyes look for you in the crowd of faces.
I hear everyone’s voice but yours,
I sit across your empty chair.
I run into your room to share,
my latest blog post or poem with you.
I don’t find you there.
I am left with only your memory.
I see a father hugging his child.
A daughter looks up to her Dad.
That’s when I wish, if only you were here.