Accepting that I miss you more today
than yesterdays
The ghost of your smile
seem to haunt me even with my eyes closed
Streams of rosey imageries from the past
makes today fragrant with precious present in contrast
Your wise eyes sparkle with reminder
of why I am Here,
Phoenix rise higher in amber fire
Hues of silver and gold etched in the hearts of two strangers
They call it a blunder?
But what sweet surrender
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
