Where are you now, my beloved ?
Or are you happily placed ?
We are forlorn birds
That couldn't get justice till the end
When money mattered most to your parents
I was penniless
When affection ruled the roost in your heart
I was priceless
Wherever I see loving birds
Memories scroll down to my soul's screen
And naturally, I glance them in high resolution eyes
And well, my ears for not being lucky to have you
At this point I do admit this trend, after so many long years
To think of you and you alone is a Herculean blunder
And nevertheless a sin also to spread my thoughts to touch your heart
When you may be relaxing in the embrace of your honey's warm arms
Yet forlorn and ship wrecked love
Never feels cool, my dear !
It goes on recollecting the sweet memories
Whenever a chance arises even in sub-conscious state
We have to necessarily love the Love alone
Forgetting all the past happenings...
When love fails to take off the ground
Reasons may be many, but lamenting soul is alone at all times.