I thought to write for her first time ever,
She’s been like a lovely island to discover.
So here I start to invent and express,
She is the one where I feel full access.
Memories of those cool winter morning walks,
Are still fresh and alive.
Still my heart feels the warmth,
Her hands covered with stretched cozy woolen arms.
She calls me her love but I call her always above,
Kajol, Moti and Pagal were not mere words.
She may feel now, those were absurd,
But they always conveyed my unspoken, unheard love.
![MEMORIES ARE LIVE](https://tthegladiator.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/memories-are-live1.jpg?w=360&h=460)
Some say love is blind; some say love is divine,
but I feel it’s another thing, which no one can define.
I shout, I cry, and sometimes scream to sky
She left, she wept and never wanted to rectify.
But now life has changed, so are I and you
A lot have come, much is due.
Where am I heading and where’re you
A lot to question, answered a few.
Suddenly I start questioning, as midnight strike.
Am I wrong, is she right??
My heart and brain went against,
As I went on her memorial flight.
So here I conclude with my heartiest tune
May God craft your brightest fortune
Your Dracula will always pray n plead
What I never got, in you must succeed.