How It Feels Like...

Mid december...
A lot of things to remember...
Here with your memories...
Black pen on a white paper...

Days are passed, but the pearls...
Of your love are shining, my girl...
Broken nail, old messages and pictures of you...
Neither let you go nor I can go through...

Rhytm of your feet, chocolate on your lips...
The place and the time I got a kiss...
Fights and hugs tight, those pretty lessons...
Streets are also the signatures...
Of our love and passion, a fairy tale bliss...

3am, dreams of you still wake me up...
At roof top, alone but rough sky...
But you are not here, I started to cry...
Rewind your promises, I can never go so far...
Through a dense dark, waiting for a spark...
Faded with seeking your face on my pillow...
It was all about tears of sky falling below.....

by Vivek Kumar

Comments (1)

Days arepassed, but thepearls... Of yourloveareshining, my girl... i sense u everywhere even at 3. am ur smell, ur smile, ur skin......... thank you for this lovely love poem. tony