With the wings of the clouds
where art thou vanished ,
within the folds of time,
disappeared like a volatile…
Your presence is etched in memories,
the heart too misses the symphony,
the flowers of love bloom alone,
the misty air can only hear other cacophonies…
My soul beckons you in solitude,
the lonely heart echoes your name,
advent of spring bedecks the earth,
I wait for your comeback again!
soumyav 