November..

The birds in the yard,
the dreaming cattle,
dancing tulips,
murmuring bees,
everything except me smells life..


I can't remember my past,
neither my eyes see the day next,
nor I live every moment..


All I know,
its moments..
tiny moments..


Its November,
Its full of green in my eyes..
Its November my dear friends,
yet another sweet time of the year..


Hold my hands,
as we walk on these sea shore,
let me not wander for diamonds..


I love sand grains..
because, I remember you..
every time they escape from my hands..


how many times I wanted to say,
words deep from my heart,
but...
I thought, 'words doesn't matter'


I let open the cage ,
let the words fly,
let them dance in the air,
let them cry in front of you,
and let me not be shy..


Let me embrace you,
with my words,
& let me say,'I love you'
because its November,
yet another sweet time of the year.

Special Note to Shravan: Dear Shravan, you have always been an encouraging man and I know that you know how great it is to be so.More and more names are being added into the list of people who are gonna smile when they remember you..
Thank you so much..take care.