Sometimes pain wounds are deep,
They hurt,
But I adapt to the monotonous song of life,
Yet your smile haunts me,
In darkness,
In light,
I search for you in the crowded streets,
In worn out places,in worn out faces,
I can almost hear your voice calling out for me,
Memory weaves a beautiful tapestry ,
Woven with care
And it's such a beauty
Entangled between my present and
What a blissful source of peace !
When the storm is blowing in my mind,
I call your name through the rain,
You keep spinning in my head,
You go forward and again I rewind,
I hold on to myself,
My faith ,my belief remains intact,
Ths wetched soul smiles,
I don't give up,
My eyes find you in my thoughts,
In my dreams,
How can I let you go?
Your name is etched all over my heart.

NANDINI MITRA ©