My dearest friend,
You can only imagine how much I am longing for you- my throat is parched and only you can gratify my thirst with your shower of elixir.
There is no one to play with- no one who appears out of no where to play hide and seek with me, no one who plays lovely pitter-patter music on the piano of my window pane and no one to draw curtains of mist in the air. There is no one to race with me and shower fiercely to blur my vision.
The sea waves are simply a pot on a hearth of ignited fire. They are waiting too, for you to come and make them flow over the brim and have roller coaster rides with you. The roller coaster rides which I miss too- where they used to splash over me and drench me from head to foot. My mouth used to taste of salt and the horizon used to be a shade of purplish red.
The easel of the sky is blank- the artist is absent. So, there are no shades of random grays, strokes of orange and red bursting from the clouds or purple patches in between.
The wind is missing its romance with the earth. It is waiting to carry the scent of the fresh earth soaked by you. The trees are waiting to show their beauty by adorning the lovely crown of flowers on them and the grasses are forlorn, drooping their heads, heaved down by dust.
The mind is waiting to be washed by a fresh shower of creativity, the thoughts are waiting to be adorned in dewdrops of fantasy and the vision is waiting to be haunted by the rainbow painted by you.
Please come soon, we are all waiting for your surprise and as it always is, dramatic appearance. We are all waiting, to be washed in your magic and to dance in the glory of your arrival- the arrival of our artistic, unpredictable and light hearted friend who generously eases his burden on us only to make us happier to bear it all.
You can only imagine how much I am longing for you- my throat is parched and only you can gratify my thirst with your shower of elixir.
There is no one to play with- no one who appears out of no where to play hide and seek with me, no one who plays lovely pitter-patter music on the piano of my window pane and no one to draw curtains of mist in the air. There is no one to race with me and shower fiercely to blur my vision.
The sea waves are simply a pot on a hearth of ignited fire. They are waiting too, for you to come and make them flow over the brim and have roller coaster rides with you. The roller coaster rides which I miss too- where they used to splash over me and drench me from head to foot. My mouth used to taste of salt and the horizon used to be a shade of purplish red.
The easel of the sky is blank- the artist is absent. So, there are no shades of random grays, strokes of orange and red bursting from the clouds or purple patches in between.
The wind is missing its romance with the earth. It is waiting to carry the scent of the fresh earth soaked by you. The trees are waiting to show their beauty by adorning the lovely crown of flowers on them and the grasses are forlorn, drooping their heads, heaved down by dust.
The mind is waiting to be washed by a fresh shower of creativity, the thoughts are waiting to be adorned in dewdrops of fantasy and the vision is waiting to be haunted by the rainbow painted by you.
Please come soon, we are all waiting for your surprise and as it always is, dramatic appearance. We are all waiting, to be washed in your magic and to dance in the glory of your arrival- the arrival of our artistic, unpredictable and light hearted friend who generously eases his burden on us only to make us happier to bear it all.
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