By Prachie Kashyap
A contact, world and a heart beside.
The name, that turned into dust.
The one, I can't talk again never.
The lover, I still miss with love.
With love my heart cries for you.
I still go on talking about you.
Still keeps your picture in my wallet.
Visit our place to just see you there.
You there? Here or where?
Which way did we go?
How did we change paths we never promised to?
Why did we turn into a scar of you and I?
And I tried to find you,
Searching for you in new faces.
Built edifice at many phases.
Yet never found my home like I did with you.
With you I have a world.
Made with our towns that's left barren.
And I still pay visit like a cemetery,
Paying respect with our memories.
Our memories, our songs, our articulation
I cannot teach any lament what we had.
Curious if you ever think of me,
Cause you are my that muse I still write to.
Write to destiny about restart.
Dreams if it could still be mended.
With the apologies and cries of need.
But perplexed if it be the same ending.
Even so could you,
See me at least in whimsical ways.
So if ever came in the way,
We say I still remember us.
By Prachie Kashyap
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