Lost again
In piles of assignments
Which I procratinate
Ambition- a little less today
Just the swaying daisies hold my vision
And the sweet peas-
Pretty pink, pale, lavender
Creeping up the fence of brittle twigs
Ofcourse you remember
We talked of lavender dresses
And fairies who crashed their bikes
Right over there
And they would laugh like us
Clear, bright, alive.
Lost because this building
Is a hundred and fifty years old
And too many lives have claimed it already
And I am last in line
Laughter- today drowned in the disturbing silence
Of the yesterdays, the yesteryears
And lost again
Because you seem so far away
All that belongs to me-
Silence, cold stars and your absence.
In piles of assignments
Which I procratinate
Ambition- a little less today
Just the swaying daisies hold my vision
And the sweet peas-
Pretty pink, pale, lavender
Creeping up the fence of brittle twigs
Ofcourse you remember
We talked of lavender dresses
And fairies who crashed their bikes
Right over there
And they would laugh like us
Clear, bright, alive.
Lost because this building
Is a hundred and fifty years old
And too many lives have claimed it already
And I am last in line
Laughter- today drowned in the disturbing silence
Of the yesterdays, the yesteryears
And lost again
Because you seem so far away
All that belongs to me-
Silence, cold stars and your absence.
