You're
The creaking sound of the metal swing in my lawn,
A hope, barren, that lingers through my lane,
A bouquet of jasmin-bloom
dazzling in a spring night.

You asked me not to forget you...
I didn't.
I don't know about your part and maybe that's something difficult for me.

The way you're in my imaginations, there could no one ever be. You're a beautiful picture of my heart, an abstract splattered with million different colors glittering with the sparkling starry night.

If I were John Lennon or Paul McCartney I 'd have expressed my love to you in the words you'd understand.
You're a bird flying in the sky,
I don't want to catch you in my open cage,
Your speak to me like the
Gurgling sound of the streams in rush.
You're
Flattering whisper of the golden leaves,
Gossiping about the unrequited saga I narrated once to them.
You're in my prayers.
You're the drizzle that wets my cheeks,
The silver lining of the sun shadowing the darkness,


© Prerana