* Something Missing *

I miss those auto rides
going to Jama Masjid
Holding your hands when noone was looking.

I miss telling lies to see you ,
waiting in the park,
with MC Chicken burger ,
and Al-Bake's Shawrma.

I miss interprating movie lines,
sitting next to you,
getting drenched under India Gate,
pasting pictures in your room.

I miss sneaking into your room,
with burgers at 11 pm ,
and running back home
with a fear.

I miss standing on the doors of trains ,
staring at the dark sky,
holding you tightly !!