THE SEASON OF MY MEMORIES:
As the tiny flakes slowly fall,
onto the long thirty earth;
As the snow covers the vale ,
with the white cloth of winter;
My mind wanders into yesterday,
Through those memories, so dear to me.
As i walk down my memory lane,
I see what the last snowfall was like.
The same flakes fell, onto the same land.
The white cloth of winter was no different.
Yet , something has changed n changed for worse.
I no more feel like going out,
I no more feel like becoming a kid.
I have no desire to play.
My eyes await not the glow of the sun,
My heart no more desireth the spring.
There is no feeling of his closeness anymore.
That season was different,
My heart was alive;
my eyes awaited his return,
My ears awaited that voice dear to my heart;
My love awaited its destiny.
Sweet was that pain of distance,
Sweet was the world i dwelled in -
the world of our dreams.
But, sweeter still was the bond that made us one,
despite our distance.
Today is no different than the last deason.
I stand at the same window,
I stare at the same street.
I love the same soul,
I cherish the same heart.
But, lo! I no more await his return...
What i await is an answer,
An answer to my unextinguished tears;
My love awaits no destiny.
It awaits its death to rest in peace
for the sake of the one i so dearly love.........
These words would always be remembered.
