Let your voice for once, listen to your feelings,
For words and tears wait for none,
Let those eyes be as silent,
Else they might voice your bitter heart
Yes I remember those sleepless nights,
And those lamps, lit with your memories,
the black crisp petals are still fresh,
I can still smell the scent that lingered around you, within me,
I still remember your footsteps under the storm of sunlight,
Narrowing towards me like the ripples of water towards the shore,
I still smell love that once came with the breeze you brought along,
I realise..remembering and dreaming are not so different after all.
Eshani Sathe is a student, a Kathak dancer, a blogger and celebrates her passionate connect with life by writing endlessly, tirelessly