500+ contacts, 100+ friends..!30+ close friends..!But, still, I dial,Those 9 numbers..!When I need to,Share my heart..!When I need to,See my besties...!

I'll always have,A part of you..!That will never let meForget you..!

I'm the dead writer,With a dead heart,But still, it somehow beats..!Expecting your return,For the dead to become alive,And the black to become red,Again..!

But still I hold on everyday,Hoping that; One day,You'll stay back..!To flush my lips carmine white,With berry yield in the fields..!That'll ripen red; The day,Of the union of our souls..!And, the thrist being,Calmly and sedately,Dissolving in juicy petals..!