Often he gets nostalgic about the reminiscent past
Friendship, love and camaraderie of innocence lost
Her utterances still chase, her memories still haunt
Then he finds it difficult to console wretched heart.
The enormity of her loss drenched spark of his life
Leaving behind the worldly chorus and trivialities
When she was leaving him upset and heartbroken
She didn't know how he remained calm and serene.
She moved in life leaving some legacies behind
Those dreams and ideals, he chased like a blind
He still feels her subtle, sublime and lasting scent
He still craves for her love, ethereal and sublime.
His mortal body here; mind and heart elsewhere
There is no escape from her poignant memories
Spring of life is retreating and autumn is on surge
Hope she listens heart’s beat, while life is strung.
She is a creation of his affections, so much so that she is identified as an immortal principle, giving face and form to it, This reality overwhelms the reality of her mortal frame with all its short-comings and faults, prone to weakness and the ravages of time. But isn't this the case for anyone ;in love'? - to the extent it is said, love is blind?
