This one goes for a former friend, who somehow,din't make it to my present and would never be allowed to pry into my future. This one's for you, Smriti!
Sieving your face in the crowd,
I seem loosing control
over my senses,
and the nostalgia sets in!
Moments of those celebrated times,
take control of my mind,
rekindling the ashes of
the leftover love and hatred.
Life seems witty,
throwing one of its
filthy challenges at me.
It shatters my heart to
accept your hatred coated abuses,
killing me over and over again,
with intensifying anger and pain.
May be, in a corner of my heart,
I still long for
mutual love and peace,
nurturing dwindling hopes of,
reliving those unforgettable days,
when time had almost
lost count and become one with us.
May be I still wish to
bury the mutual differences
and move one step ahead,
call out for you,
with a clear heart,
and open arms,
and embrace you in a tight hug.
May be ,its just a dream,
that might never come true,
leaving behind a trail of,
wounded memories and unfulfilled desires,
leaving me in the lurch,
at the mercy of dwindling hopes,
till the time,
I again sieve your face in the crowd,
loose control over my senses,
and let the Nostalgia set in!
