Ink spilling memories,
unquenchable eyes ,
staring into oblivion.
Sweet fragrance of
the pine trees,
lulling me into your memories.

Words failed ,
when our eyes met.
As beautiful the sky was,
so was our silence;
silence-brimming with words.

Drizzling in the rain,
under the black umbrella,
you held my hands.
Pretending no one ever existed,
rambled on like children.

Realised,
hapiness is -
Having someone
to hold your hands when you are down.
To lend his bike,
while you furiously try to
make it to home.
To forget all your worries,
as you see him smile.
To be understood,
when no one does.

Having no clue,
how much I miss you..
You are away somewhere,
and here iam ,
standing in the rain,
buried in the avalanche of
our memories.

All the words
I should have said,
when I had you,
pricking me inside out.

Soft breeze ,
sunkissed leaves,
replaying every single word,
of our sweet talks..

Dont know if iam a fool ,
waiting to hear from you.
Harder I try to erase you,
those brown eyes
never leave my sight.
Waiting patiently for the day,
when your memories
turn in to an unbloomed flower.