When the soft breeze fluttered my hairs,

It reminded me of our pacific moments shared..

The counting of stars standing on toes

The misty morning with smiling mistletoe,

The rainbow refugee to the endless sky

Without you, it seems all lie....

Walking solitary among withered flowers

Visualising your presence in monsoon showers,

Among the cacophony of wild sparrows,

In the bunch of Snapdragon mellows

With the infinite sky above and earth below,

Without you, it seems so low....

I am waiting for myriads of moments arranged in a row.....