SHADOW’S IMAGE

Strings of guitar, your mouth organ,
All have turned quite dusty. See?
Wrist watch, glass, wallet, all untouched.
Listen to me, though busy or free.

New trends of time, when’re going to try?
Poster of bikes on wall seems good.
When to compose new love notes?
Where next to go for a long drive, dude?

You know?
This date of last month, a hypocrite one,
Who sang a lullaby for you to rest.
But that doesn’t mean bird of my blood
Will fly forever, leaving own nest!

Moments ago perhaps engrossed at work,
Laughed and talked, sweating to grow.
Why did sky shed drops on earth?
Hiding from me, not to show?

Did you stop to start again?
Or wished to see eyes searching you?
Then let me say, I locked long back,
Hours of our fight, fun, so true.

Distance though not bothered much,
While living within our own domain.
Midnight’s one call shattered senses.
Unveiled path in drizzling rain.

Why rose petals were strewed on you?
Couldn’t touch you to wake up. Why?
Why memories are jerking nights of mine?
Somewhere Image has lost, thus Shadow to cry?