Rhymeless rhythm

There were times, when we were oblivious to the world outside,

When the world blurred around us,

Just you and me inside a bubble

Wherever we were, we made it our home

The knack of forgetting everyone, but us...

The beautiful memories etched like a painting,

Creating masterpieces and we never count them...

Few black and whites, few vibrant colours

Loads stacked in our mind and still getting added...

It is beautiful, when I slowly searched the attic,

Neither a speck of dust; nor a dull moment,

Memories as soft as a feather, caressed my heart,

Smiled as I felt every stroke,

The tip of the feathers... Oh! too gentle...

Mesmerized with every stroke, to and fro...

Music raining a song inside,

Soul raised to dance and glide,

When I called out your name,

A resonance, that reverberated

Flowed, joyous and wild...

Like gentle ripples and morning dew,

Like drops of water on a parched throat,

Like an Oasis on a desert route,

You happened and I found me too...

Viji unplugged