I find myself all alone

I find myself all alone

In your sweet reminiscences

I keep looking at my empty room

Devoid of all the pictures

Of nature and people

That could have been there

Had you chose them

For my forlorn walls

Then I look at my furniture

Which is so uninteresting

Devoid of any marks of wearing

That would have been there

Had you sit on them so long

Then I look at my whimpering mobile

It used to whine again and again

Like my heart beat

My heart has not been beating

From so many ages now

The only thing I am left with

Is my failing past

Which is like an old temple or a mosque

Deserted in the middle of dense jungle

I visit it quite often

To find my God there!