A smile touches my lips while I think about her...But there are times, while my heart sinks when I envisage, "What if we aren't together?" Tears flow from my eyes with the very thought of her being several miles apart from me. Oh, my so beautiful spirits! The sweet pain she has given me through her love has changed the tiny world of mine...The glorious face of her never seems to be away from my thoughts. The premises of my heart have she and "only she". Her voice heretofore caresses my ears with humorous talks of her and I can never forget the day when she'd gently cupped my flushing face in her manly hands and had said, "I'll miss you." I fluttered my wet eyelashes when the gentle breeze silently gifted my eyes its tiny poem. Still...still I can feel the warmth of her breath on my untouched lips, I'd felt at the time her blew the chill air into my eyes. Oh, my little poem! You were one of the most beautiful poem ever on earth, for me as I could feel a soul's touch...

The sun in the morning rises, melting the dew but I don't have her presence with me here, and that's why I miss her as it goes up in the sky gathering the warmth. I ask myself why? I don't have her warmth, that's why I miss her. Even night has darkness as its company near unknown stars, I'm here living in sadness and in bitter agony in my eyes, I lack laughter and happiness. Don't have to gather in my thoughts because there's always she and that's why I miss her. Without her I'm like a sky without the sun, no ways in life for bliss and fun like a dark without the moon. I know she'll come to me soon but now I yearn for her and that's why I miss her. I need her shoulder to cry on in difficulties to rely on, there's nothing I wouldn't do to be with her. I need her to cheer my day and to love me because I'm incomplete without her because I miss her.

But...We can't see the lustrous sun; illuminating the whole universe with those sightless eyes, perhaps sometimes it becomes as dark as the black cloud. We can't see the lovely rose in the multicoloured garden of earth with those sightless eyes, for somebody it seems just vegetation.We can't see the majestic river and its divine flow towards the sea with those sightless eyes, sometimes it seems just the torrent of water. We can't see the charming birds entrancing the sky with their waltz with those sightless eyes, sometimes it naturally seems to be as they are just a mere illusion. We cannot see the sun sometimes but I feel yet I perceive it for I sense it with its warmth and not by its illumination.

We can't see the rose every time but I feel yet I perceive it for I sense it with its fragrance and not by its subsistence. We can't see the river in every cold winter but I feel yet I perceive it for I sense it with its murmur and not by its course with its extra soft fresher. We can't see the birds flying in the horizon every times but I feel yet I perceive them for I sense them with their cadence and not by their swirling ballets. I cannot see you every moment in my way but I feel yet I perceive my love for her for I sense her with my deep heart that is made to love her and only her. Every rainy day when the very first drizzle, touches the warm earth I see her, in the vapour, rising high above with a sweet aroma. Every winter when the icy wind bruises the trees, shedding their leaves, I see her shivering alone in a distant horizon craving the warmth of my arms. Every spring when the nights are clear, the sun playfully bright I see her looking, intently in my eyes. Radiating a tipsy smile, every autumn when the flower bloom, in different moods I see her dancing, abstractedly, in the petals laughing with the flies in the blue sky. I am begging her; please do not to come to me again to shade those crocodile's tear...I am happy with my autumn life because you came to me showing hopes to bloom all those roses just to leave the thorns in my heart. When I turn back to my past I remember my love towards her. I find myself in solitude and grief in the present even though I was blessing by her warm breathe. Only one amuses me that am dreaming now... My love led me to the misery; I was badly hurt for nothing... No matter, where she is now but I meet her everyday in my dream.

Staring through the glass panel of the window, as long as eyes can penetrate, I can see the horizon where sky touches the land in the lotus of her eyes. A number of leafless trees with swinging branches by the gentle blow of the wind, rows of meadows soaked with melted snow, a sunshine day after the couple of snowy days. The standing highway with running vehicles, nothing was different; sky is the same so as the trees and meadows, and the blowing wind is also the same even the beautiful sunshine day. In spite of these similarities something is different; the pain of an unpleasant silence is ruling over me, lacking of something's belonging to me. A kind of feeling arouses to speak loudly in deep voice in order to kill the dull silence but I know it would be meaningless so I use to limit it to myself. Nobody is around me to share the loneliness, deeply rooted in my heart. I am looking after the busy road with running vehicles, living inside the densely populated area but hardly, I can see the few of them just seems like a Mountains without shining... As all my good wishes are hiding in the tears...

-Written by Simon Rimal