Sunday, March 30, 2014

Evening with her

As I was standing on the sea shore, a wave of euphoria touched my feet
Her wish, to stand beside me to watch this sunset

My mind went back to those days, .... Isolated path where
I walked without aims, hopes and dreams.
She came from distance towards me, sometimes walked besides me
Often a smile, mostly silence she gifted me
Never I noticed her,
She was besides me in my crisis period still I was
Bothered about the one's who were not with me
For whom I spent my time and energy
Regularly she message me, chat with me
She finds time to call me when I was bored and lonely
No special relationship I felt with her
until I saw my monthly mobile bill
Though she tried to open her heart, I never gave her a chance
Distance was my answer for her
Without complaints or fights 
She flew away from me all of a sudden
With formal farewell words and talks
As time passed, I missed her messages and phone calls
I decided to fly and bring her back to my life
Her only wish was to be with me, to spent time with me

Now that girl is my life, dreams and hopes
She inspires me through out the day
Holding her close to me in this evening 
makes me feel alive and fresh

1 comment:

  1. no words from me only this song dedicating to her ...

    She
    May be the face I can't forget
    The trace of pleasure or regret
    May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
    She
    May be the song that summer sings
    May be the chill that autumn brings
    May be a hundred different things
    Within the measure of a day

    She
    May be the beauty or the beast
    May be the famine or the feast
    May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
    She may be the mirror of my dreams
    The smile reflected in a stream
    She may not be what she may seem
    Inside her shell

    She
    Who always seems so happy in a crowd
    Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
    No one's allowed to see them when they cry
    She
    May be the love that cannot hope to last
    May come to me from shadows of the past
    That I'll remember till the day I die

    She
    May be the reason I survive
    The why and wherefore I'm alive
    The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
    Me
    I'll take her laughter and her tears
    And make them all my souvenirs
    For where she goes I've got to be
    The meaning of my life is

    She
    She, oh she

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