Sunanda, can you hear me...
I speak when you are around
I live when you surround
I survive even in circumstances,
that never came ahead to favor me
Do you know Sunanda...
when you find you can't travel anymore
then your dreams are there to propel you
When you are urging to die
Dreams are there to make you live
But what if...
you meander through the lane of memories
and mind refuses to return back
May I call a dream of us
the green carpet of our feelings,
your pampered touch and warmth zeal
under the canopy of blue sky
everything was there...but unseen
I do live a life for us
you always flourished and escaped
Still I know you will always be there
to cherish our wounded dreams
but would my thoughts ever be so strong
to reveal your presence that's always unseen
no matter what I achieved.