Memoirs Poem by Vashi Pandey

As the night falls so does the splendid shadow of my pen,
leaving traces on the paper as they kiss each other now and then.
Words conspire the chit-chat loudly,
though my diary had been wrapping my mysteries
since long, very proudly.
My tears and smiles,
my dreams and turmoils.
The name of your's though was never said,
but it was you and only you my prose ever had.
My tears helped the ink to never dry,
As the memories of your sweet smile always made me cry.
I know off-course, you I can never trap but if someday,
You can't find yourself, knock the door of my memoirs,
and you and only you is what my heart will always have.