It was a rendezvous
a tryst with lost hidden moments
fancied through dreams and imaginations
become alive
as fingers on an vintage collection turn the pages
…
Few drops shed, innumerable smiles captured
the nostalgia of dusty coherence
reminded of old wiped tragedies
…
a cluster of flowers once bloomed
together
It’s autumn time now ,
dear friend
The florets sing the
last lullaby.
soumyav 
Sounds tragic!
True Vikram, the poem was written in tribute to a young soul ,
who died early. Thanks for being here
A passionate poem on what was not meant to be. Powerful poem capturing the emotions so well:)
Thanks Vishal. It is indeed sad one, as written in tribute for a close one,who died young