I still remember days you have forgotten...

This is something very close to my heart.Not all ..but a part of it is real.Those heavenly,beautiful day that are now past, locked up within our hearts , scream back at us from the curtains of past.They hurt us badly,because time always rules where past stands behind present, gone forever and our senseless heart just desire for them every single moment.

I still remember days you have forgotten

rendezvous in the corner of old coffee house
longs hours waiting on the last bus stop
silly fights under the shade of gulmohar
senseless dancing on the street in the rain

I still remember days you have forgotten

crumpled letters stuffed in pocket of jeans
dried lilies pressed in the pages of novel
faded photograph in the frame of wallet
endless chats on the terrace in midnight

I still remember days you have forgotten

morning train parting us several cities away
unanswered phone calls growing day by day
tears on the crisscross lines of the palm
yearning back just for winters of Nov'2005

I still remember day you have forgotten

This is my footprint at 'poetic cries of interpersonal expression'.Hope it will leave footprint on the heart of every reader who sharing these finest and purest interpersonal expression by Pulkit.This place is a shadow of the whirlpool of emotions encircling in his heart and every time I am here my restless soul often feel relaxed under this shade.

" ek meetha ehsaas hai aisa yahan
jo sabdo main bayan na hoga
ek apna sa dard hai aisa yahan
jo dil se kabhi juda na hoga"

P.s.Thanks a lot Pulkit.I am just overjoyed..!!