when it reflects, I cannot hide
a sense of the vibe; ahead of pride
And a flavor of those nostalgias abide.Of a time in my life, years transferred
Taking a turn of good times retrieved
Relieving gift of memories redeemed
an innocence of worship, blossomed.
Glooming my heart out for your sake
Only if you were real & not a fake
I’d have put everything on stake
For that mere resemblance & intake.
Birds Chirping around the corner
Comes inside my room with a screamer
Nothing did I knew any better
Woke up from my dream wearing your sweater.