The Abandoned Letters
At coffee café,
Nearby your skyscraper,
I was sitting in excuse to drink.
Looking through its window
With no blink.
For you, my moon,
To see your lighting face,
And relish our memory
Of past days.
Now, you are married
To someone else,
Cause, in front of your values
My caste fails.
Out of the blue,
What I noticed at coffee cafe,
Some letters had been used as tissue papers,
And many were thrown
In trash to decay.
Those were sent to you
Back many years,
Written by me sitting under
As you are married not to me,
Then love letters are left to be
But, I collected all those letters
As I saw the imprint of your red
That vividly rejuvenated my memory,
As i was kissed by you, first time, my moon
As if merging in me for ever and ever,
Like two streams to be a river.
Since that day, we started loving again and again
And being restless in every moment,
For the sweet nectar of love to gain,
Sitting on the same Poplar tree
In every new dawn.
But as i realized you are somebody
Some moments are unforgettable
Now, we are not in same journey
As you make your choice,
Then I get different destiny.
Tragically, time never travels back
Neither you, nor me
None to blame.
But I still date with the aroma of
Your kiss in those letters,
Though, you are married not to me
It always feels sweeter.