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.
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.
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