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 other
one day like the paths meeting each other in a shady forest,
and our smile will greet each other like the buterflies greeting in a sunlit glade.

To my dear brother,
One day you will realize that the river water was meant to keep you flowing and
my solemnity for you
shall be your raft
and you will reach there one day,
to a place where you can laugh freely everyday.

To my parents,
Someday you will get to listen the misty silence
of the lost paradise
in the Serenity of a solitude sober.
In that glimpse, I will meet you like the dew drops on fresh green leaves greeting your skin,
to give your burnt soul as kiss of coolness.

One day,
We all will meet each other again in a place
so friendly and warm,
filled with the robustly laughter of our wards,
protected by the warmth of elderly arms,
and prosperous by the grace, gratitude, generosity.
In the prime of wealthy wisdom and healthy bliss of ignorance,
Someday
All our stories will interlap
to create the most beautiful panorama of sweet and solicited humanity.
I believe, One day !
© sunshine07