UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

Winter came suddenly 

And I felt shattered,

Putting back some memories

That were scattered..

When needed to wash 

The winter dress,

Which had so many emotions

That I suppressed..

The jhonson baby smell of yours

hasn't yet left my sweater,

But you left me

to pen the pain better...

The broken heart

still skips a beat, 

But for our memories

Old like honey but sweet...

This smell of yours 

I don't want to wash,

Love of years runs 

And stuns my life in a flash...

I am still finding ways

to supress this pain,

And I will not wet my eyes

Untill we meet again...

___Preet Tripathy (28 October, 9:45PM)