little bit of myself

                                          To she who matters

'Was going through your mails… some 20 odds that u have sent me so far… felt little nostalgic… just a little, not much though…and a little, just little bit of nostalgia is enough, more than enough…
that u don't mail me often hurts me, but an indifferent mail would hurt more…
Mars, they say has come near earth as never before, and won’t do so again till few more life time…but my sky doesn't host the show…I see stars, just stars, far and near, long lost in the vastness, color of which our eyes can’t behold…
I live my life and you yours, far, in different skies, and yet share the same earth that we ne’er watch to grow…
some thing I wanted to tell you long back, but never did … some thing I still can tell you, but I never will….for you should hear the song of the air and unknot the whisper so… and you should wear the color of the earth, for Mars to come nearer though