Rizwan Saleem writes

Absence

My eyes wander

Over every face that I see

So that I may catch any resemblance of you

I breathe in the air

Not so for the need to live

But so I may catch somehow your fragrance

Perhaps gone astray from where you stand

I revisit the places close to your home

And reach out to touch clefts, least you ran your blessed hands on them

Over some point in time                           

My mind is spent in devising nefarious plots and schemes

To give me one good reason I could call you again

I run harder and harder

Kick start my dead beat heart

I open my chest to let in air

Dizzy with exertion

There is no art painted like you

There can be no perfume that can replicate your heavenly redolence

No feel in this life that can match your healing touch

No pain worse than your absence around me 

Interior 2 -- Nguyễn Thái Tuấn

Interior 1 -- Nguyễn Thái Tuấn