Midnight essence, lonely hour and serene sky…
we lost in our own world… A world called love,
incited by the chromaticity of our imagination,
there was no u and me.. it was “us”.
We became the still spectators,
Of the fulminant hide n seek between time and love.
Those moments of silence and repetition…
proffered breathe to our buried love.
That moment was sacred, that essence was pure,
sky became the proof of that earthly hour.
Who said memories replete you with grief,
I embrace it as “three cheers”.
