At times, the prettiest dreams end
And Life comes to a stop in the midst of nowhere...
Should I write about the dreams that have gone by
Dreams that hang in whispers of old forgotten songs;
Sweet romance on pallid summer nights...
The feelings of interlacing a pair of hands;
Of a kiss shared in the middle of nowhere..
If soft dreams like that end, it feels like we have gone far by
The real essence of life, w e have lost Love's cherished kingdoms;
Blown off are the fires, the stars, the warm sunlight...
This is the after life of having loved and lost, of living
Simply for the sake of existing...
Will love ever shine again,
will someone else come by someday
To soothe the pains, the nightmare of having lost Love..?
Will we be given another chance, all the same?
Or has love gone forever from every fore coming day?
Till then, I guess there will be more songs and poems on Love...
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