Sunday 22 March 2015

A poem.. Once sitting on the roof / Vijay Shanker Singh




Once sitting on the roof 
In a rainy weather. 
I was gazing clouds of different colours
I explored my mind, 
Entered deep, and deeper inside,
And unearthed lots of memories. 
All were waiting to welcome me, 

The hidden treasure of golden memories, 
Of your company, 
Were still shining as glittering galaxies, 
Which surrounded me 
Like a dark black mansoon clouds 

I have lost myself 
In the beautiful gallery of moments,
Full of love, joy, happiness, and satisfaction. 
It enlightened me. 
A curve on my face was nothing
But it was you and only you ! 

There were only three 
In the capsule of time, 
You, me and the infinite. 
The world was vanished. 
Its miseries, too !! 
-vss.

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