It was raining that day We two met at a garden On that bench which was all wet our mind too. I proposed to you,I remember- on my knees,with a rose. More of a convention than of a feeling i suppose. Seconds went by like ages past You were all red. "If you had really loved me soumya, You wouldn't have so easily said you love me pile of emotions would have robbed you of words" Sentiments mixed with silence is what love is all about I discovered and learnt it that day. If I had really loved you.... It is shining today We two do not meet anymore. On that bench where it is all dry memories reside but emotions fly. If silence mixed with grief was to be called disappointment So be it,I said to myself with voice permanant. Strolling towards the bench i knew Eyes were following me though very few. I sat and cried with eyes sobbed. I knew what i missed,from what i was stopped. A hand anchored my shoulder.the touch i got A shiver through the spine recalling my happiness I forgot ...
Some Memories are hard to hold on So I put them on words.