Some Nights
There are some nights I still think about you,
Sometimes there are no answers to my questions.
I often think about the unspoken words between us
The silence that engulfed us through the aching nights
You were too deeply loved by my soul
So deep that I drowned in it.
Days passed, people came and went
Still no one could replace your presence.
Love often brought the dead ones alive but sometimes it killed the living ones.
Letting them go is a part of loving someone
It is also a part that kills the alive.
I sometimes wonder, how many of us are actually alive?
Ishani Chamling (13) is a student of New Horizon Scholar School (Rodas), Thane.