Rememberence

swirling snow flakes had caught my attention,
the white painted and still scene,
had just these snowflakes,
wandering everywhere, carefree.

Then when one of them landed on a brown cap,
I recognised who was it,
she was going somwhere,
the same way she was making her ways,
different from mine,
the same way she was making her ways,
outta my life.

The nest on a tree,
whom I had not forgotten,
since the hatched creatures,
had seen the light for the first,
was now abondaned.
Those birds may never have known me,
but their departure was saddening.
Here are people who share nests with each other,
how tough it is for them to part,
and these birds were still strangers.
So was she making preparations,
a nest in my heart was soon going to be empty.

Then she had seen me seeing her,
she looked, with a peculiar discomfort,
waved a hand slowly lazily,
winked an eye and turned inside,
heartbeat fluttered once in the whole motion,
and then dropped low,
as if, may be,
it was the last greet,
last smile,
last wave,
and a bond which wont last,
any more.

its not her absence,
its memories that would bite,
they would knock at the door,
in peace at night.
One may learn how to do them away,
one may stop caring,
but one dies a little inside,
while daring.

Then these chilling winds would come,
take me in their cold embrace,
then my heart will ask my mind,
where is the sun?