The pink and blue colours
Admist this, a flock of birds
The wind in my hair
And a faint melody
  It says that I'm lost
  In beauty, around me
  And memories of you
  Wrapped delicately In me
The continuous rubble
Crashing the silence I'm in
But withers away
When I fail to acknowledge it
  Beats of my heart
  In rhythm with the melody
  Of the music in my ears
  And vague touch of ur absence
It craves and demands
The smell of your skin
Brushing of ur hands
On my neck
   But it dawns on me
   Yet again, that I'm just lost
   In your dreams
   And million possibilities
The day, all of it
Will be a reality
That I will breathe in,
Would suffice my yearning.