i lay wide awake at 5am,
writing letters of love
in my blood tainted with pain
as the coming dawn signifies
the new day.
new beginning.

i hate him.
i hate the sun.
for increasing number of days
since i have last talked to you.
last seen you.
last have felt your love
wash over me in it's honey sweetness,
just like the orange love of sun
spilling in the sky in teeming vibrance,
reminding me of those conversations
we had while playing with the colours
of dawn to her amusement.

especially that one
where you asked me,
what had my dark eyes
captured so much that
it has been stealing
my attention from you,
in your lovely mock hurt tone
that i found adorable.

with a sleepy lazy smile,
i had answered that
i was enthralled by the sight
of the rising sun spreading his love
over the vast empty sky
in hues of yellow and orange
with the clouds gathering
to be drenched in that love too.

you were staring at me
with those earthy eyes of yours,
glazed in bewildering amazement and laughter,
making my skin warm
from the depth to the surface
to compete the warmth of the soft sunlight.
your gaze on my darkened soul
made me feel emotions
i haven't felt for long
within that moment of symphony.

crazy, cared, comfortable.
and loved. 

without your knowledge
of my mind,
i had prayed that i get to watch
scenic sunrises with you in my arms so close,
the first lights blessing us with it's glow.

but prayers of mine are never answered.

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