When you thought that the world is so negative, all reasons failed…….I crib, I complain for reasons unfounded. Like a soul battered, you bear my agony and my words so sour.

I miss the laugh of the tinkling bell and the dance of the free spirit…the caress, the touch so gentle. Sweetheart, times is running and so are we…and one day I ll open my eyes to see that the autumn has arrived, not that I dread it…I shall be rejoicing its golden flakes with as much as alacrity as I do now… but the spring shant come again…the breeze with fragrance of youth and chances to play shant knock again…may we sip its youth, rejoice its beauty….for the clock stops for none….

God, I miss you…I shy away from prayers, my wishlist…for the tar of worldly pleasure and moss of worry settled upon me…forgive my errors & sins ..for the beleaguered me misses OUR time…the few fleeting moments  of peace in my erratic landscape… a self-created battleground of aspirations, dreams , failures and  motley of unspoken words.