Once again rendezvous are alone,
Once again the rain is ready to set wounded earth on fire.
Memories are raining at its height,
But there is no smoke to reach and tell the sky to stop,
As there is no single ash unburnt,no single eye dry.
Once again rising hands are disappointed,
Because there is no real touch in that familiar figure.
But soon mind became impostor and history reality,
Feeling of her warm hand, got life in my palm.
When we both looked at the sky,
Dark clouds gave space to the golden dusk.
Eyes shrunk a little as to give space ,
to a large curve sprouting on the face....
