Sometimes it’s very hard to stop
In the burning pain of being lost
All night she waited
Tossing and turning in her sheets
Was in love, still hated
It was her only defeat
Because loosing someone doesn’t happen once
It happens over and over again
Every time I pick up your favourite mug
Or our walks in the rain
“I am standing by the door
Its showering outside
Just looking through the rain
And now, I am beginning to lose you
All over again…”
Shireen Siddiqui, BA (H) English, Sem-V, Jamia Millia Islamia
Campus Companion 