The Collection: Poems

Us.

It was not the season of lovemaking,

It was just a start.

He only remembered the moments,

Was close to his heart and was of her.

He knew it was just a six hours journey,

And all he had was a book to read.

He knew what was ahead of him,

He knew: it's wouldn't be easy for him.

Those around him, for them it was a second home,

A place, you could chill and party

To him it was a place, would get lost,

And would never know the way out.

"A place he hardly travels."

Family had been more often, then he had,

This time it was just to refresh some

beautiful memories.

The place had changed a lot over the years,

Not the place he had known,

When he had been there for the

first time ever.

"Cool morning breeze and a day to cherish."

He knew the three stories house

and the people in it,

And meet some gems that, He has never seen.

It was the season, she left him,

And also the season, they both loved.

It the session, love knots,

To few birds.

Everyone around him were eagerly waiting,

For the occasion to start.

He just was all himself, with no one

to a company him,

He felt lonely and Orphic.

The night had arrived, people were ready,

So was he.

People got in groups and went for what,

They believed: It most beautiful

times together.

He reached the place, where the venue was organized,

He did not wanted to get lost in the crowd,

Of people, He barely knows.

It was not his own place, so the people.

He was surrounded by the people,

He knew, as well of people he meets,

Once in a blue moon.

He did feel claustrophobic, He knew,

He could pass with eases.

He went in search, looking for someone,

As he lost himself,

in a crowded never been in ages.

Walked till he could find someone he knew,

He saw a face, he saw a week back.

Went towards him asking "If he had seen for the person, he was