Old rhyme of old time,
came back to my mind,
all is well, I am fine,
but my heart is still thine.
This period of continuation,
must have a gestation,
post which lies divination,
of my reincarnation.
I changed world, I changed life,
I resolved, I will take a wife,
I believed I can end the strife,
of my love, which is thy fief.
I see so many,
I try to see you,
I satiate the monster,
But none it would woo.
How are you so amazing,
or was? your memory is ageing,
and it is like love of old couple,
no fiery youth, still love double.
As I change parallel,
I walk new plane,
All alteration ineffectual,
You in me is same.
I dream about you every day,
Believe me though when I say,
I try to push it every way,
Even in all loss, baggage will stay.
It feels sub-consciously,
Heart created a pseudo-reality,
In togetherness we walk endlessly,
I keep worshipping you perpetually.
Your memory must be faded,
And our moments outdated,
You wouldn't even miss it much,
Do you know I still bear that clutch?
You gave it to me in act of fun,
Now it waits and weighs a ton,
Still I cant let it be away from me,
It mattered once, held hair of thee.
I might sound corny or maybe sick,
Though I believe I can make it stick,
that I did love your hair much,
I feel them still as I grip this clutch.
Now when I can laugh at myself,
I thank you for all your help,
Still can't see through a mystery rare,
Either too much or not at all you care.
