I long to be with you mom....

Everytime a hand strokes my hair,
even the gentlest touch by mistake,
chokes my throat so badly...
It reminds me of you mom...
Whenever you entered my room,
my gates to happiness opened !
and now,every knock at my door,
tears my stupid heart....
and only in that endless wait,
it wishes to spring apart !

Not a ray of sunshine I needed
when you were there with me..

Your face was my sun
Your smile made my day
but now the loudest laughter, 
so quickly fades away.
The bells of Christmas rang ,
when your footsteps reached my ears,
How I used to run to you
escaping all my fear !
Not an ocean now quenches my thirst,
How much I want to be with you !
If at all a drop of tear,
dared to roll down my cheeks.
How much did you panicked all
my tear fled your glee!
Early morning for dozy eyes,
unconsciously my feet found way to your room,
and you hugged me and cuddled me,
I felt as secure as in your womb!
Your hands when they touched my face,
extracted all my tension and pain,
and out of the dark terrain,
I felt so much new again.
I long to be with you mom...
Right now this moment...
Although we are sitting miles apart,
I can feel your breath...