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Thursday, June 13, 2013

Monsoon memories



It was the same day of June

Full of cold monsoon wind

Clouds stole the radiant moon

Leaving behind an empty mind

 

Flowers bloomed days back in valley

Fell dead on the blood stained land

This is that misty lovely alley

Where we dreamt of our wonderland

 

Monsoons blew hard ruining our ways

Bricks of dream castle then fell apart

Sun closed his eyes hiding bright rays

Letting darkness to murmur words to depart

 

You are a flower beyond my reach

I cannot come ruining parapet walls

You’re hidden in each breath I take

Forever be water for my heart lake