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 