Sunday, January 26, 2014

What it had meant

And then we both started missing
Each other and each another one
I still believed in dreams, you in adventure
Sleeping in streets, wandering
The end was always nearer
The sunrise always close
Somewhere we had dropped the pleasure
Just dropped it with the overcoat 
That had grown too warm
Or we had grown too cold
Fires were better in younger winter
Also the snow had grown too old
A shimmer, I knew if I would touch
All would fade and you
Naked under melting surface
Would be illusion, something I had made up
In my heart, a romance with bansuri
There would always be this melody
And I wouldn’t know why it had enchanted

What it had meant, being in love