One day I won’t walk down the road, One day I won’t smell a beautiful flower, One day I won’t cry like a baby, One day I won’t write any poetry. One day you may miss me. You may not want to lose me, You may not want to say me good bye, But I …
Oh dear !I miss youEverything about you.The moments we cherished.The kisses we enjoyed.The way you listen to my poems.The way we hugged.At least I remember the last time we did it all .And they all make me cry. I want you.I want all yours,The kisses ,hugs and conditional love.I want to be yours again, all …
Life is not colourless. Is it ?
Then what does make it colourful ?
Life is a miracle….dream it,devour it !!
#the poem is based on a dream