Nostalgia

Nostalgia

I met you and became your’s once and for all,
You turned out to be the girl of my dreams;
one with a sweet smile and a stature quite tall,
With a child-like innocence that would make me forget
even the toughest fall...


After seeing the freshness of the pink lips adorning you,
now cease to enchant me even the fresh morning dew;
and I neglect the pink roses swaying in a beautiful milieu..

The breeze passes away caressing my cheek
and seem to tell the stories told by you…
I now even love the birds..
together when they flock;

I never believed in true love
and that even silence could talk,
but when I explored true love in your eyes
I could hear songs even from the silent rock..

The stars seem to shine brighter after I met you,
sweet is your silken touch and sweet were the moments;
crafting the four days spent with you..
sweet were the words spoken by you
and now that I am away,
I only have the sweet memories given by you..