the long search

When you have nowhere to go, go back to yourself.

Past...






Like the stack of old letters;

The books you stored with care;

Past years grow old too.

The dust of memories gets thicker

Just like that layer of yellowness,

Touch of old times

Velvety and soft…..




*Wishing you all a very happy new year*

Last time...



I.

The tender dew drops

Falling onto the ground

Is all I can hear

Shadow of the night grows

The silence between the drops gets too long to bear

What then was a moment

Now seems like a year…


II.

Last time we met was for the last time we met???

Of a season...




The heartless summer is long gone


Soon the clouds will sail away


Rain will no more dance at my window


Where the dew drops will rest themselves


Waiting for the winter to come.


Nothing remains forever


But for the songs


Of a season lost


Nothing will remain


But for the memories


Of a season gone…

In Sleep





Somewhere deep


Where no voice can stir it awake


Where no hand can reach


Lies a dream


Somewhere deep


Where hope does not gleam


Where life does not seem


Lies a dream


Somewhere deep


The dream lies in its sleep…...





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