The canopy of trees prolongs throughout the road,
As I walk through the lane of beautiful memories,
My eyes are filled with glee
My ears are filled with melodies
The lips are wide-spread with a smile
I am aware I am reliving the past!
Those were the days I lived the moments:
Neither the trace of past disturbed me,
Nor the fear of future hindered me;
A moment on moment gushed with no notion
With the coven of two witches and a wizard;
We used to cook up instant spells,
With the ingredients:
"Where to go? and What do we do?"
Impromptu plans and immediacy in action!
Days were gone,
The coven is broken,
Magic is vanished - poof!
I am sitting alone in the office bus,
Peeping through the window
The sun is up with the bright smile
He might have bathed
In the rain of pathos as well;
Somehow we connect...
He is all alone shining through the day
Needs none to light him up
So self-made and self-aware
Somedays he goes behind the clouds
And cries his eyes out
Most of the days he is fine
Living up to his might!
A roaring noise brings me back to now,
As a fighter jet tears the blue;
Here opens the door to mundane reality!
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