We were always ahead in time.
We were there in my dreams that I had after watching that movie.
A dream that I dont remember that much.
A dream where someone asked you “Who, he?”
We talked to each other in our minds minutes before our eyes met.
A Random Sun rise.
Where love can never set.
We skywalked all the Roads of Frost,
The paper version and
Every signboard that asked for a Diversion.
We doubted us before the crisis even began.
We are nothing but a pair of Lunatics.
We should drop that book
Or set our thoughts on the silent brook.
We argued about oblivion when that leaf fell down.
Overlooking every single time..
Maybe, We should enjoy the moment and frown.
We drifted apart before that wave hit our sail.
Such shooting stars we were.
just for this galaxy.
For we have not seen all the galaxies.
looking at the humane mess
Two kisses instead of one
Could have saved us all the mess!
–just Barath ©
P.s.- St Martin’s summer is
a period of unusually warm weather in the late autumn, especially early November.
Oh! Me and my muse are overlooking November by this month itself.
The next one-