Two long weeks. Feels like eternity.

The lively sunrise. What of it?
The charming golden butterflies. So what?
That breathtaking aalaap. Touching? No.
One dew drop - tinkling. Emotionless.

Bright yellow petals and the spring. But it's still fall inside.
That catchy tune. I let it pass.
The full moon. But it feels dark anyhow.
All these beautiful words. Meaningless.

Without you.