For a decade over another;
time ages n passes by
dancing in the rain of memory
life is softly drenched.
For how long have i been living
havent kept a count of..
Of how many memories am i filled..
something that hasnt been thought of..
They are numerous and then sometimes a void
a gap that by no means can be bridged..
frozen n locked away in the mire of time..
Where there is no gravity n no weight..
the lost world of memories await..
Can't be touched even though one tries hard
u reach near n time tricks on u fast..
n u slip into an uncertain ground...
Fast filling up around u
is a dream..
weaving n meshing a magic
Breathing life into a timeless clock
which was lost into the depths of dark
a lost station with an old guard..
and a few faces that belong to the past
the train starts to move on
speeding past the breath taking smell
of a thousand wild flowers
and breaking into a catastrophe
of hapless screeching colours..
the windows then break off ..
flying through to another world..
And then
the wind plays a very familiar tune..
Am i there..
Where you rest in a bed of water lilies
n tell stories of our world to baby butterflies..
where your feet is covered in clouds..
n it rains when u walk.
u laugh n laugh with the buds
till they cant stand anymore
laugh out and flower..
i remember ur hair..a dark river of silk..
n ur smile..n ur eyes
n ur tears...r now all mine.
So, everyday i wait for a drop of tear
in the corner of my eye..
The only thing that i wud bring back
again and again from the graveyard of my memories..
