NOSTALGIA
Something stirred,
Swept away
Three decades of dust.
Bygones had comeback,
To stay.
That same stare,
Reminded me of
The roses in the garden.
Where were you,
All this while,
Leaving me
Searching for your smile?
Groping for words,
That would’nt flow;
Time that would’nt wait.
Where were you,
When I cried ?
Now you come back,
When my tears have dried,
To stir up once again,
All that love,
That was once in vain.
Leave me, let me be,
Content in my phantasy.
Friday, February 11, 2011
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