|| The sparkling eyes with effortless smiles,
The gleeful face which goes extra mile.
The story of a day, what else can I say,
Hours in rain or basking in the last of the sun's ray.
Amidst the waves and the place where the water falls,
Thank God the moments stopped for a second to capture the life calls.
The four walls have changed, not the souls inside,
May be the hustling of the days have changed but not the silence of the nights.
Years change, we still remember the name,
Even if I can touch them, they can't feel the same.
Zombie-ing around, the soul less eyes can't see,
..There will always be, your horcrux in me..
The story of a day, what else can I say,
Hours in rain or basking in the last of the sun's ray.
Amidst the waves and the place where the water falls,
Thank God the moments stopped for a second to capture the life calls.
The four walls have changed, not the souls inside,
May be the hustling of the days have changed but not the silence of the nights.
Years change, we still remember the name,
Even if I can touch them, they can't feel the same.
Zombie-ing around, the soul less eyes can't see,
..There will always be, your horcrux in me..
Looking at them with blurred vision of sorts..
..I realized that pictures do speak more than one can ever hear from words. ||
#StayBlessed
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