I found you,
Flowing in your sweet bitter verses,
Making words dance to your emotions,
That was the first beauty I encountered in you.
Not too late, you did nominate,
To some black & white picsy challenge,
Little did I know,
This B&W challenge will fill my life,
With your presence, euphoric hues.
(Needless to mention your photography was second beauty)
I was blessed with a friend,
A friend who tried her best to take me out,
Out from the pains where I was seeking shelter for life.
Your care, your friendship, your love,
Another beauties added to the list.
One day, on my birthday,
I heard a voice I was longing for,
The sweetest voice I could hear,
Whenever you took my name,
I craved for more,
So much craving that I kept your voice recordings safe with me.
(Hey Mate! Add Beauty of voice to the list,
Aye aye Sir.)
Your pic. That was serene.
Like sitting beside a running stream under a tree which is incessantly showering its love in the form of pink-violet flowers. The eyes are closed and yet you are not sleeping, just beaming. Thinking of some image. Of you stupid
(Please add, I hate maths)
Though time Changed and our feelings too,
But friendship of us will remain true.
P.S.- This is for you my dear friend Sameera.