Now & Always!

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When I play a song of his choice…
And try to sing along the voice…
Does the music fly miles to tingle in his ears…?
And thus give him a signal…I missed him…

When I sit some evening to flip through old albums…
Which take me through all his moods…his impressions…
Do the moments fly miles to enter his peaceful dreams…?
And thus give him a signal…I thought of him…

When I walk on roads, where once we walked together…
Or took a sip of tea from the stall around the corner…
Does the aroma fly miles to fill the ambience around him…?
And thus give him a signal…I sensed him…

When I wear a dress…he once got for me…
And look into the mirror…as if to let him see…
Does the reflection fly miles to find solace in his eyes…?
And thus give him a signal…I longed for him…

When I pray to God…for his contentment…
His never ending smiles and his betterment…
Do the wishes fly miles…to give him shelter from the sun…?
Does the happiness find way to add a little curve to his expression…?
And thus give him a signal...I worried for him…

Out of all the memories…no matter what I chose…
I believe he will get the signal…
That...I am somewhere...close…!

Comments

Nishi said…
Awesome..........
May 4, 2013 at 7:04 AM
Toshi Mishra said…
'Soulmates' was the word I could think of while reading this.. too good..
May 4, 2013 at 9:34 AM
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