Sometimes...

Sometimes I fear if this feeling would dissolve
With the words when I utter them.
The feeling of music, the feeling of harmony of sounds
The feeling when all my mind is filled with you
The beauty of you
Not the physical beauty but the beauty of your being
Beauty of your innocent words
Flowing out your dimpled smile
The beauty of affection
Radiated in the moistness of your eyes

Sometimes I hum this song which is but your eulogy
It's no louder than my breath or the rhythm of my heart
I keep it deliberately so
Coz this is my private song
Which keeps me company in those dark hours
When the persistent clatter of rain
Drown you in the past.
The song of you keeps me afloat
And that’s why I keep it close to me

Sometimes I feel like a thief
Keeping these words from you
Coz without you they have no meaning
Precious as they may be for my existence
To you they belong
Oh! And Do I love them inside me
I wonder what emptiness would be like
When I let them go

Sometimes I wonder about the future
When these words stumble and tumble
In a futile attempt to convey
The depths of my love
Would you treasure them as much or
Would you see the tarnish of banality?
Which years of reuse have rendered.
Would you see beyond the meanings?
And care to look into my eyes to
Dive into the ocean of my soul?