For a dear friend...whom I dare not even dream to lose....
What should I say?
I feel the vacuum,
Can touch it if I stretch my hand...
Don’t yell, don’t cry,
Your name has dried on my lips
Before it reached you...
The bells chime,
It’s about time,
That without memories,
I left you...
Lonely planet
And its single song...
So long my dear...
So long...
a walk down the memory lane.... a smile on my lips soaked in tears...thats how it was ...the experience.... i wont say of reading ur blog.... but of living and reliving every moment of the past with each word..... serene....
ReplyDeleteHi Prajakta,
ReplyDeleteThis poem is simply brilliant!
Reminds me of those snow carpeted environs of Siberia where even the bleakest of winters get warmed up by the joie de vivre of a good friend by your side.
Keep up the good work!
~ Rajat.