The soft bed, the cozy comforter and fluffy pillows give warmth amidst the monsoon chill. Seeing the empty space on my side brings back the cold.
The rain drops incessantly patter against the window. The absence of your sizzling touches pricks me.
The temptation of getting drenched in the rain is asleep. Without you, the fun of getting wet is a far cry.
Our favorite reading spot near the window beckons. Occupying it without you seems like a sin.
Our hot chocolate mug remains empty. There is no appeal in the steaming chocolate when you are not there to share.
The chill breeze flows into the room and sends shivers throughout my body. It cannot level with the sensuous tremours that your naughty smile creates in me.
The leaves are swaying in a dance with the breeze. They are no match to the dance of your eyes.
The naughty wind ruffles my hair. Your gentle hands playing with my hair is what I am longing for.
The view outside the window is peacefully pleasant. The missing image of you leaning against the window swallows the peace.
The house looks beautiful with the onset of monsoon. It does not become a home without you wandering around and chiding me for being lazy.
The earth's thirst is quenched. My thirst for you is still burning.
Monsoon is our favorite season but it is not as beautiful without you. Come home soon, my love. Without you, the beauty of monsoon remains just as memories.