When I think about her...


Be it day or be it night
She is there in dark and light
I can still smell her around
In silence and rooms full of sound...
When I think about her
I smile n smile n just cant stop
When I think about her
I cry n cry n regret so much
I remember how all guys looked at her
And how with pride I walked with her
I remember how she held my arm
She was my only lucky charm
Her aura couldnt be defined under a range
Her ways of taking life were strange...
When I think about her
I thank people around me
Who serve, who work or help me
When I think about her
I talk to strangers around me
No matter it makes no sense to me
When I think about her
I sing my heart out
I eat my favorite food
And wear my oldest tee shirt
I do what I love n dnt care if people judge
When I think about her
I recall, how people envied me
How they said they wished if they had her
And I held her and told them, she just belonged to me
When I think about her
I miss her hair, cascading down like a river, yet messy,
Her smile, which was for everyone, be it the barber, the chef or the servant,
Her fingers, engaged with so many rings,
Her hands, that always carried random things,
Her voice, at every point of the day, morning or late night,
Her eyes, expressive as hell,
Deep like the ocean and full of delight...
When I think about her
I cant keep my eyes open or closed for long
My tears too till now sing her song
Her beauty was defined by her entire being
She just stood with me and my world was complete
Now that she has gone
I can just recall
And imagine the intensity
Her heart and soul had for me
And I can just regret
That I let her go
And rejected my own destiny....

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