Although you are gone away so far
That no maps can locate you
Although you cannot talk to me as
No sound travels to you

Although the pictures of memories are faded under deep dust
Although this dust of time
Could not be wiped off

Although things done
cannot be reversed
Although your forgotten sound
Can no more be heard

Still... in the middle of
Nowhere sometimes
Somewhere deep under daily chores
Somewhat making assumptions

I somehow feel your existence
Somehow I smell the same fragrance
Somehow I hear you tunes
Somehow I know it's you

Even if they say
That it's not what is true
Although no one will believe me
                           But I see you..