I saw him standing
Right under the sunshine..
Even the fog couldnot hide him.
But slowly he diffused
Into the fog itself
And never agin could I see him.
Who was he?where is he?
What magic his eyes had?
Came to set questions before me
The answers make me feel
Nothing more than mad.
Captured that moment in my eyes
And the feeling in my heart.
Dnt knw if it was it solace or ecstacy..
But definitely a story unheard.
It wasn’t a feeling to be touched
Kissed or embraced.
A feeling just to see.
A question for him ofcourse:
“Do you know me?”
No time for question
No time for answers either.
The flowers of the tree,
Shading us,
Has just started to wither.
Goodbye my friend
As you mingle into the crowd.
The crowd-
of which you were born.
Without you couldn’t I be forlorn
Neither could I be happy
Nor could I mourn.
Come back to me
Only when I know
You are just mine.
Neither a friend nor a foe.
Come back to me
Only when I don’t feel
guilty feeling for you.
guilty feeling for you.
These feelings are not for all
Only for one,not even for a few.
Till then,
Goodbye my friend
As you mingle into the crowd.
The crowd-
of which you were born.
Without you couldn’t I be forlorn
Neither could I be happy
Nor could I mourn.
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