Winter is leaving
And the breeze has become lazy
The frost is becoming lukewarm
And
The winter apparel’s are getting vacated,
The closet is being revived.
The birds are approaching,
To their old habitation.
And
The bonfires are no more required
To make us warm.

I look up in the sky
I see a moon
Accompanied with million of stars,
I wonder the sky
Who binds them all.
The moon having
The most pock.
Is still so resplendent.
The stars that flicker
For like a zillion times
We still can’t get our eyes off them.
The most fine looking sky
Changes it colours
For the most often time of the day
Can anyone even miss that splendid time?
The pleasant beauty
They behold
By accompanying each other
Together for like ever.
Such peaceful ambiance it makes
To sit and cerebrate.
A romantic night for the lovers
And an opportunity for the poets.

The night,
Peaceful and calm,
A music in itself,
Moon aglow
Stars flicker.
Alas!
That’s the
Time to escape
And cerebrate.

The place,
Where the clouds
Meet the mountains
The vista of it ,
To get lost within
Its euphony,
The higher
And higher
It is
The more beauteous
It becomes
Times wrath
And
To be infrangible

I wonder
And I repent the retention.

There was a bunch
And we couldn’t even pore on one.

There was fleeting of time
As It was too abrupt.

I wish we had more
To hash out all our thoughts.

What’s my life
Without you?
I wonder
I rue.
If I pave
a path
How can I go
In there?
Without
You.
It seems
Like you’re
always here.
So
Maybe
I’m concealed.
I feel
Your warmth
Your tenderness
Towards me.
So
How can I live
In a life
When you’re
Not in it?

Even today
I can feel
Your smell,
Your warmth presence
Around me.
The way
You used to comfort me
Behold me,
Handle me.
Which now seems
Completely unreal.
It constantly feels
Like you’re
with me.
Sitting on that
Same couch
Where we used to chat
For all the day long.
And
Watching together
Our favourite sitcom.
I perpetually feel
You’re calling me.
In the same phone
We used to speak
For hours and hours.
By blushing,
And Laughing.
I still feel like
We’re hanging out
With each other
In the same place
Where we first met.
The fragrance
Of which
Still lies in my nostrils.
And
I feel like
An absolute fool
Whenever I cogitate
About us.
I wish
We had more
To hash out
Our thoughts.  
But
You never turned back
Not even once
When you left.
So how am I supposed to bring you back in the same life where we once used to carve our own little stories?