Nostalgic summer evenings!

Leaving behind the gentle warm breeze,
The summer sun set on a sojourn.
Threading its rays to a place far from mine;
Continents and countries away from me.

Nostalgic hot summer evening,
Just like the ones in which we started our
'First talk' years ago!
No drops of rain to add on to any
Enthralling mind writings.
No cool breeze or winter to await your presence.
Just the beautiful times we once had.
Those endless talks of days and nights,
Everything still plays on my mind's gramophone
And in silence in this place
Only I enjoy harking to it.

The way your soul was my querencia,
The way your strong presence I feel in the
Rooms you never lived.
The strength ,your soul has fastened along with mine.
Everything,so wild and invincible about us
Specially when the 'we' linger alive!

Not a lot of talks are left;
It's silence,the talks
For the times we never spoke then are the only times
We may be witnessing our talks,now!
cuz the talks of then is now the silence
And talks of now are precious rare moments of past's silence.

May reasons be many for all that it is now
But I know for a fact that the rare li'l talks of now
Makes me sure that everything amidst us is still the same.
It's sometimes a beautiful walk of life,
Looking at the stars,gazing at the moon
Hopelessly being happy just to think about you.
It's all crazy,the way you make me smile,
Though no talks.
The way you make me cry,though the endless talks.
And the way you make me cry of happiness!
Only you've ever been able to make it happen
And today,the first time that happened ever
For those talks I kept staring at
Like rewinding my favorite song!

Our souls have probably signed the protocol of union,
Though the Alps intervene the drift!
Cuz Lord Byron said once,"Think of me sometimes,
when the Alps and ocean divide us...but they never will,
unless you wish it."
And we will never be two entities but one.

YMS.
25-02-2017.

I remember not!

I remember not the count,
The number of times my mind would've bid you
'Goodbye'.
I remember not the number of times
I've apologized for a mistake I don't own!
I remember not the count for a
Come back after I decided not to talk to you.
After I decided to never turn back.

Be it months or years,
After I thought I've moved ahead.
A single talk of your's could recommence the whole forgotten path
Like it always never wished to even terminate at the infinite.
While it then tries to continue on a normal pace,
Know not what obstacles faces the path.

You tell me not what everything is about!
I wonder at times if you fail to express or
Exists nothing to express about.
You give me hopes and every second time
I just expect.
When they break my tears down my cheeks.
I am hopeless then,when you return to my happiness.

Strange be this human tendency!
You like  them not and their rights be your wrongs
And that one you love,everything wrong be it what they do
But nothing ever seems to be a mistake.
How do I interpret,how do I accept or
How do I deny anything?
Cuz nature taught me that the colors seen
Are the only colors not accepted.
It taught me that the most broken
Looks most beautiful.
The former being sky and latter the rain!
 I still know not if I'll remember the count
About my mind's jurisdiction sentencing to forget thee
But I surely know for a reason that
This name and place in life mine would never be replaced.

YMS.

Abyss of the grand night!

Roaring night it was,very intense!
The grave's depth of darkness
And the grandeur of fear canopied.
Roaring wind,so loud the psithurism,
Taking the night's silence a leverage to be.
Never before have I felt this depth,
Like the quiet mind swirled into the abyss,
Abyss! of the grand night;
Not because there were no such nights before
But because my mind was not this sublime
From your thoughts!
They evaporate as each day proceeds
To terminate with the dark,
Your thoughts,your stay in self.

So much beauty silence adds on to the tranquil nights
And the dark's roaring wind,the rustle,the rasp,
The howling cry of the wolves.
When darkness turned invincible,
Came up the moon in the late darkness
Like it harked to the craving howl of the wolves,
It arouse to quench their thirsty souls.
It arouse to dowse the fire of love in their hearts!

The moon flowers,the midnight flowers,
Angel's trumpet and the Four O' clocks
Everything bloomed like it was the crepuscular
Competing with the moon to encroach
The rights of being beautiful!

It all slept to the lullaby nature sang
Except self,in the fear of losing this night
Cuz each day terminates as a fearful night
And that  more fearful is to even lose those
Memories,mind has forever written.

YMS.

Which can hidden be but never forgotten!

I just crossed by that place
We'd decided to meet at first.
The place we'd decided,would go only
Together!
For a moment flinch caught to my sinews
A feel while everything seemed to unnerve self.
My eyes were struck there,
My gaze never moved!

For a li'l while,every talk of the day
We decided to drift  together
Flashed on my mind waving before my eyes;
When i just realized,
I'd never go there ever!
For the promise said "together the first place be it
And until then not even alone
Would we visit there."
Like the first time though by selves
But together.

I cross by that place everyday
Like you cross my mind every moment!
But the agony of truth is
Only thoughts about being there that
Once was a dream I reminisce;
Unlike you who've made home
On my mind which can hidden be
But never forgotten.

YMS.