For My Love Poem by Bindu Borle

Sitting on the bench in a beautiful garden
I am all alone yet surrounded by some memories
Known yet unknown
It is quite difficult, I know
But still I want
You will call it as madness
I will call it as longing
The passing moments of life
The timelessness of time
Look nothing but tired
Faded colors
Dying breathe
Things have to change
But I know
Your thoughts will always be there
And be there for me till eternity
In my mind, body and soul

Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle