this endless walk
through lanes of life
picking pebbles, throwing at the flowing brook
climbing mountains to dream of the faraway clouds
gazing at stars and whispering them of the heart
dying every day with incessant struggles of survival
and counting breaths in between
pausing to think of your name
pulsating on your notes
yearning of blissful moments
the solitude sings melodies of
being together
to etch new horizons of love...
©Soumya
soumyav 