When the sun sinks into the horizon;
When the sky turns a crimson red;
When the birds rush across the sky,
To reach their homes safely;
When the moon guarded by the stars,
Take over the sun lazily,
Its you I remember-
Sitting on the easy-chair, when I look at them,
I find your face engraved in the sky.
All thoughts in my mind become haphazard for a moment;
And before I am able to regain my senses,
You grab me into the sea of distress.
Your face in the night sky takes me back to those days at school,
When the others gathered around the roadside vendor,
It was just you and me left behind;
We gazed into each others eyes- speechless, motionless!
We only became conscious,when...
Some envious friend of yours,
Mocked at us stupidly.
Those are the days I remember.
The twinkling stars, and at times a meteorite across the sky,
Pull me into depression just like a quicksand.
I strive to come out, but the grip just gets tighter;
The clippings of our college days,
Flip fast in my memories;
Your first day at the panipuri stall-
And the tears trickling from your eyes and down your cheeks:
Your face red with the burning pepper...
Did nothing but enhance your charm.
Like an idiot, I fell in love with you once again.
Yes, those are the days I recollect.
When the sky turns a crimson red;
When the birds rush across the sky,
To reach their homes safely;
When the moon guarded by the stars,
Take over the sun lazily,
Its you I remember-
Sitting on the easy-chair, when I look at them,
I find your face engraved in the sky.
All thoughts in my mind become haphazard for a moment;
And before I am able to regain my senses,
You grab me into the sea of distress.
Your face in the night sky takes me back to those days at school,
When the others gathered around the roadside vendor,
It was just you and me left behind;
We gazed into each others eyes- speechless, motionless!
We only became conscious,when...
Some envious friend of yours,
Mocked at us stupidly.
Those are the days I remember.
The twinkling stars, and at times a meteorite across the sky,
Pull me into depression just like a quicksand.
I strive to come out, but the grip just gets tighter;
The clippings of our college days,
Flip fast in my memories;
Your first day at the panipuri stall-
And the tears trickling from your eyes and down your cheeks:
Your face red with the burning pepper...
Did nothing but enhance your charm.
Like an idiot, I fell in love with you once again.
Yes, those are the days I recollect.
(...To be continued)
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