like flowing water on the ground,
life was scattered,
you meandered and channelized
into a fine rolling stream,
and days turned into events,
every day was looked forward to,
nights were dreamy and short,
humanity had touched me,
for many a first
it was a moment in life,
which had purpose and a sense of awakening,
in that dimension,
i could call it love,
cause it never happened again,
at least not the same way,
every moment similar since then
was compared and I didn't miss you,
as you were there,
in loss in gain,
in joy in pain,
of course things change,
they are supposed to,
you made a large difference to me,
good or bad i owe you one,
sometime though in this life,
would surely wish to speak in your eyes
the many words i have learnt just to thank you enough.
Happy Birthday.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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