It’s sometimes the degree at which the sun
shines
Or the angles at which it cast shadows
through my window.
It is sometimes a particular noon silence
Or the warm air that moves drudging by
It’s sometimes just a whiff of a peculiar
odour
Or is it just a figment of my imagination?
My remembrance?
It is sometimes that I am reminded of you,
It is sometimes that my memory pains me.
7 comments:
Amazing!! Would like to translate if you do not mind..
why do i sense an undercurrent of so much pain ?
Fuck you, man. I was expecting some other current affair related post and you threw this at me.
It brings out so many suppressed memories and poignant emotions. Now I'll spend the evening staring out of the window reflecting upon myself.
Clearly the best piece I've read of yours.
tu inna mujhe miss kar raha hai?
awwwwwwwww.....
:)
Nice...you should write more...
Thanks ma'am.
:)
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