When the trick is all done
We search for the reality.
When all that is left
Is the email,
We search for an address.
I looked for a home
To relive my childhood dreams
When the fallen leaves
Scattered all around my home
I fell for your missing beauty.
When the orange sun kissed me goodbye
I romanticized with the glowing moon.
I have your handwriting
While I look for your signature
Inscribed in my heart.
The letters of yesterdays,
The spontaneity of future
All wandering between my recollections.
The river flows same
No joy to hide,
No pain to show.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Picture Nick Victor