We all exist,
We all have different stories to tell,
different colours to lead.
keeping up with the steed,
like the lost melodies echoing in the reeds,
We all wither and bloom in our own creed.
Old petals of bosom fell and
there were words in my muse that I happen to tell.

To my darling lover,
Somewhere our stories will overlap again
like the overlapping canvas of the starry universe.
Somewhere among the star lit skies,
Under the shadow of green lustrous mountains,
in the scent of young brimming water
and free breeze,
We will meet again
to fall like the falling stars
falling for each other ,
Someday,
Somewhere,
To be each other's stars again.

To my lost dear friends ,
Our path will cross each...