Buddhan Jee

I search for that moment from the depth of my memories,
that moment filled with the essence of being lived,
that very moment which brought the vision of heavenly flowers in my eyes,
Oh god, the only request I have is to let me get lost in that moment of remembrance,
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Why did she, the slumber, knock my door?
didn't she knew that you owned my nights?
Why did she illustrate of beautiful dreams in her?
didn't she knew you were the most exotic dreams?
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In this winter night my eyes are knitting dreams,
The beautiful ones hath made you an angel,
others made you affable
The morning light vaporized you from my mind
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The morning window caressed by dewdrops,
a cold shower filling joy of living onto your face,
and chilled breeze taking you to that sacred past..
Its true we get blessed for getting up early...
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Time depart without saying a word,
People vanish without counting time..
But they make an impact on the audience of what they lost.
If you miss me after me, it is what that really counts
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And then as I looked into her eyes, every moment seasons changed in them...
Stoned in her shivering winters, lost in her beautiful spring,
wept in the nothingness of her autumn and melted away in her passionate summer..
I lived and suffered in her eyes, but the tenderness of being alive was gifted..
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