You comprise all the seasons within.
Bloom. anytime you want to.

Don't try to shorten yourself.
to fit into a ***. to bloom.
Maybe fate wants you to grow as a tree.

If only we can freeze the time.
for a lifetime. Or
If we can make it move so fast.
that a lifetime passes. in a blink only.

To John...

Effused from an imagination.
Amorphic, vast as cosmos.
Invisible. not only for my heart.
You were around. always. everywhere.

Creation of a tender mind
a 10 or 12 years old innocent.
Living in solitude. unknown to its meaning.
also distant from the people around.

Trying to look for a friend
When everything was fading soon.
He himself added colours to it.
Painted you on his canvas.

From games to secrets unspoken.
From talking to shouting loud.
From fighting to re uniting.
Hadn't he found a perfect friend in you ?

You had cleared the crimson sky above.
Took all his blues away
mixed his blues. to the endless skies.
No wonder why sky became so bright then.

You were the beautiful bud.
that bloomed in autumn
to blossom round the year then.
and to add fragrance. to his life.

Hadn't you dissolved his wounds ?
Sipped it, gulped it. made it disappear.

Do you still remember days of yore ?
Or you've let them fade away ?
Though he hadn't let you fade away yet.
He's just stuck into things while growing up.

When at nights, he gazed the moon
remember how he used to take you
with him. for he was afraid of dark.
(Though he's still afraid of dark. one inside him)

And you remember how he
Often made you fool.
Saying that he knows language of moon.
And can make you learn the same.

He used to rant too much then.
And imagines you're listening to him.
It was so satisfying then.
Neither you complained nor he bothered about it.

You know, the diary he used to write.
In which he had written all the letters to you.
He threw it somewhere. In the river he still visit.
It's the only regret, which is holding him.

It's all written just to tell.
You still reside in his memories.
When everything else around turned rare
He bring out time to cherish moment. He care.

It's just a time game dear. don't worry.
Don't you feel He still miss you ? He do.

  
              From your only friend..
            (Sending you some memories wrapped up in love)

The flowers in my room.
are drying out. a petal at a time.
Like they are counting days.
For someone's (your) arrival.
Or when they'll dry out. completely.
I wish if you could touch them ones.
and make them bloom. again.

It's always tough to see hope crashing.
And things taking final breath.
I've decided. I'll replace them.
The drying out flowers. with paper one.

My words somehow manage to
wrap themselves in your essence.
I no more wonder why they seem
so beautiful to me. always.

I have left some scars.
Opened, unhealed.
The bruises still exist.
It hurts. sometimes.

It's passage to my soul.
You know, it's for you.
In case you fail, to feel
my soul. deep enough.

You may see through.
the wounds. to my soul.
Naked. untouched. unknown.
waiting for someone(you) to feel it.