Sitting by my bedside window,
I often feel very low.
Even this day has gone without your sight,
turning down all my hopes, shadowing every light.
Looking for you among the walking figures on roadside,
still keeping a bleak hope to get one of your signs.
My eyes were glued for long hours searching for you,
but same disappointment I had nothing new.
Still I tried & made one more effort,
but what was the result again I got hurt.
Tears rolled down from my closed eyes,
gradually, I was lost in your memories, completely mesmerized.
They took me along with them on a high,
where my dreams just started to fly.
I saw you with me, I felt you near,
I could hear voice whispering into my ears.
Suddenly I was brought back by the tempestuous winds,
trampling my thoughts, shattering all my dreams.
Gone were you, gone were those moments,
leaving me with broken pieces which cannot be mend.
This is my routine from several years,
Mist Of Your Memories I’ve failed to clear.
[Written on: : 18.03.2006 in the memory of the one i love ]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is just unbeleivable... someone who belongs almost to the next generation of yours could think just like you. O my God! This is beautifully written, Neha! I rate it at 10. Memories have always been my favourite theme and I have based all my writings around them. Your work is very inspiring.