Saturday, October 9, 2010
It was a beautiful page , of memories , blurred by time
Which I made at times, precious and rare
It was a paraphernalia , of things that mattered
flowers that were not old , smelling of the past , still alive in happiness
It was a night of a sudden farewell , and a promise to meet down the journey
For destiny was young and unknown , all that was known was friendship
It was a note of my diary , I always wanted you to read
Because somethings in life , are always a reminiscence
And that too , named as serendipity !
When I rammed into your doors my dear friends
I found love , life and myriad memories !