Memories... they fly
like twigs set on fire.

Flames arise
as I see my dear ones
come across my eyes.

How I wish them
to be alive.

We only wish
for people.. who we can't have.

We realise the true worth
when they are actually gone..

They wrote my name
with their wrinkled hands
into my diary
as if they are holding
a holy scripture.

I remember the day
they got me to the school.

In their arms
I felt so blissful...

Years passed
like hot breeze
during summer noon.

They left me alone
and flew into the mystic blue.

Reassuring my belief
that they were angels
and not just mortal souls.

Now I see them in shooting stars.
And in the clouds
when they form a curve
like they are smiling from above..

I miss them
like its just a day or two
from the time,
they have left me
in the surroundings
I have always attached them to..

I long for their touch
one more time.

I want to see the love
blossom in their eyes.

How I wish to hide
in their arms
for one last time.

I would have told them
how much they mean to me
before they disappear
in the thin mist
of this cold wintery night..