Wednesday, April 07, 2010


The sun has just taken a rest from its longest journey
Ashamedly hiding behind the golden drapery
And as your silhouette lengthen
Shadows of the past appear in mosaic pattern

I am looking at the sky
But all I see is the falling leaves
Like puzzles in thousands of pieces
Falling down to its places

Many people passing by
Why it’s only you who says goodbye
Is it because you will be back someday
With a love bigger than today

A cup of coffee in my hand
Will I drink it, will I not
Cause its getting cold
And I am getting old


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