Lovely years ago 

It’s not often that I lose my ability to sew words and heartbeats together, and when that happens – like it has been since the past few days – then it’s because the magic of the guardian angel was missing.

Lovely years ago, when goodbyes were in the air

I saw the dust of our bond sparkle on the sand of farewell.

A few alphabets strung together

And so many emotions strangled,

I wonder how the mist mixed with the water

And irrigated the meadows of our lives

Only to leave behind an autumn that none of us like.

None of us like; and yet it exists like

The existence of the ghost and the shadow of the melancholy.



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