I drew a face on the sand and the tide erased it….
I traced a face in the clouds the wind blew it away…
I looked for your reflection on the still water of the lake a stone rippled it to nothing….
I am searching the crowd for that beautiful smile…
That inflection of the eyebrow…… that tilting of the head …..those little gestures of assurance so loved and treasured..
I know you are not there…
But the heartache will be there for sometime…
till then,
I’ll keep drawing on the sand…..keep tracing the clouds……keep looking for your reflection……………..
Your search is over now…
good work SHRIYA
somethings we go on doing even if there is no meaning in it—somepeople call it craziness,some-gone bonkers…and some call it love
Shriya….No words to describe abt it…..it really touched my top soul….promise….Beautifully written…the untold feelings….inspiring obsession….instigating feelings…..yest the myth that he stands near….a surreal dream……Shriya…classic one…………..and hatts off to u………….
choti choti cheejon se he ak badi duniya banti hai…aur aapne in cheejon ko sahej kar rakha hai…