Throngs......... emanating your enchanting smell

You move through the throngs

My soul full of songs……..

Of yore when we met first

Devoid of an iota of idea…….

How long the celestialism would last?

Would you like to remember……

How the tortuous trails…..

Of time would dismember……..

The bonding we developed

May be the very people……..

Amidst whom had we

Initiated our palpitations’ affair

Found the pure throbbing fair……

So very unfair.

After a space of time lapsed….

They wanted us and

our relation collapsed.

And , so took the cudgel

To dry and evaporate the gel

Of bonding between the soul.

Since the thought between

Us is absconding……..still I’m

Alive…breathing…..reverberating

For I know in my thoughts…….

You live missing me………..

My vocalizations……as I miss

You………your palpitations……….