just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Thursday, January 28, 2010
there was a time when you were so connected
so obvious
so beautiful
so pure
n serene
there was a time
when i used to drowse when ur hair used to drop on my face
when i used to touch u
n u wud never say no
there was a time when ur eyes used to fill with love
whenever u wud see me
when there was hardly any distance between u n me
when we merged into one soul
mingled with each other
when u used to hold my hand and say - ill be there for you till the end of ur life
and beyond
when our long walks never wanted to end
there was a time when just a single gesture wud make us experience never ending heaven
when ur feets which stood on mines used to make me feel in solitude
when ur hand on my heart used to change the song of my heartbeat
there was a time when that unending sensation of the lips used to feel you in the blowing air
and now that time has gone
that feeling has died
and that serenity crushed n trampled over
the remains of the dried tears still on the cheeks
and a ruined soul left in internal sorrow
to make things more complicated - thinking never stops
thinking whether it ever existed
whether i ever knew what was true and what was not
i still miss those unforgettable feelings
i still long for those moments for which we were waiting so eagerly
only to find if it wasnt a dream
if it was, then i can bet, none can be better
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