Stirring The Wonderful

At the behest of my own knowledge

I consider myself and you as one

But Oh Dear! Do I have to take any pledge

before I profess such statement?

Anyhow, I think I still craze

for those moments that passed by

without our permission they crossed

the territories of our then present..

Tell me, tell me please

Can we ever retrieve them?

And even though we compose new music now

You see I have my favorites that I want to rewind

And those templates of the past that once menaced

I wish I could play with them once again this time

And those street lights that behind us flashed once

the darkest phase of our lives had lit when

And that light music that played in our loud heart beats’ presence

Yes I remember that time that left such deep dent

I don’t want to get it repaired and cherish it instead!

Only if I could get into the memories in my head for real

I would sneak into that world and get it sealed

But tell me if you would accompany me in this endeavor

because without you every world is rendered

colorless whether real or fiction..

Will you sip the drink of magic

that I will create for us to enter our dreams

or are we expected to stay lethargic?

and just miss helplessly those moments that still gleam..

I also wish I could somehow get

new lyrics for the old times, the music that we once played

and fresh dialogues and gestures to recreate

some moments that we didn’t live to the fullest..

But why should I mull over the bygones

when distance has followed our decision

of staying away from each other?

In such case, how shall we ever

expect to do the justice to our past?

May be we should just move forward

with a bag of things we managed to escape which

otherwise would have left us in the endless stream of spent years

Eight pairs of 3D glasses, that parking lot and bus tickets

the expired Barista cards, the ring made instantly out of the grass

flower petals, a black cap, and defunct earphones,

the tissue paper on which we played the game of criss-cross

and other remnants of that glorious time

I carry them all with me stirring the wonderful in my mind

and with them I make this dim conduit of your absence a little bright..