fiction and poetry


as you drift away, In the bus whose windows

are nothing but drops of the last night’s rain.

Remember, these castles

and cathedrals : memoirs of a fading

glorious past, these icy beaches and almost kissed shorelines,the sun hiding somewhere in the clouds. This wind, just before it rains,

This all brings me back to you.

So if your fingers tingles with a breeze,

Its just me dreaming of you.

I am not there but somewhere I shall slip into your heart with a smile for no reason.

Bear this presence till you reach your destination, this journey is nothing but a pause, where I wait for you, as always.


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