Dusty Road

I cross that dusty road everyday,

Just to take a glimpse of you;

That road where our footprints kept,

The memories of our cupped palms carefully.

Maybe our memories are mixed into dust,

But for me it increase my heartbeats till now,

I take long sighs till now closing my eyes,

& grin awkwardly to remember your dimples.

Why don't you look up from your balcony now?

& feel restless like the way you did then?

Why don't yours eyes turn pale after a

Series of long gap or series of long silence?

Questions are brewing the smoke in vain,

Where hibernation keeps the answers secret.

That dusty road of fake promises,

Beguiled the sunrises, beautified the sunsets.

I blame those bewitching wind which,

Dragged me towards this road & to you,

As I was just a puppet of its fun-show.

No longer, I procrastinate on my pen,

To write of our bond & ponder over our gaze.

Fixating my dreams to scribble every bit of it,

I regularly visit this road with my solitude.

Clueless I am, howl sometimes even in gains;

Sometimes I laugh ,even in acute pain.

There is so much untold tales in air,

Which turns into dust by a medium,unfair.

I cross that dusty road everyday once or twice;

Full of love,laughs,smiles, partition & sobs,

To engrave our stories forever, free of any vice.