Beneath the bookshelf I found
A diary with withered pages...
I faintly recollect ‘twas mine.
Didn’t open it since ages!
Torn letters, some lines of poetry
And a picture of someone dear.
And peeking through the lacerate pages;
Were rose petals; brown and sere.
Nascent love of a mindless heart
Who took you as his lover.
Amidst the rain and darkness of night
The pain I did discover.
Resting my head on the sill
I waited for thee, hours together
Now it all seems like a dream...
'Coz that’s all that I remember.
You came then, I think you did.
And said something that really hurt.
Can’t recall how it felt though
In shock for sure I did shiver.
I remember long ago I cried
Maybe about a lifetime ago.
And you took away my poetry
Away...as I saw you go.
You say now, I had loved you
Via the love song that you sing
It all musta’been a dream I guess
‘Coz I don’t feel a thing.