Moments

She acknowledged : " Yes i was there then, but you see we gotta walk past. We got to let such people come and also let them go. We must not hold on. You cannot hold the breeze you see:

A moment

Captured in our brain

We never let it get washed .. even when we stand in the rain..

A moment too strange to put in words

It was too absurd

Stop !! hold on

Again.. Yes Again.. acknowledged together ..

The Heart and the brain

A moment you had always imagined

a stranger she was

until a week back ...

A bag-pack of memories.

Desired then .. Cherished now

A moment which was first captured

Spontaneous it was...

She said: "Yes it was, something i could never re create, given the place , the people..

It all seems so materialistic.. the moment it was so very special then.. felt almost real."

THE NIGHT:

The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black

A canopy of luminous stars materialized among the ocean of blackness. Some were dull,

merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark,

moonless night.

While The shutterbugs were busy framing the night-scape.

we were counting stars and days left..

She said : " Live the present .. realize the happiness now... Then and Future shall always follow"

THE LAKE:

The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars

The faint wind brushed against the water's surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection

Walking by the bight, i poured my heart out to her .

She said : " Strange it is i generally don't speak with strangers, i do not .. but you never felt like a stranger to  me "

THE SAND-DUNE

We rediscovered childhood here , for a change we let our shoes to rest.

Bare feet we ran, walked.. and felt the cold breeze..

This time silence prevailed ...

Although this was the time when we interacted the most....

Appreciated the importance of each-others presence.

By now we were curious.. on the look-out..

We let our eyes do the talking.

THE DAY

We had planned .. not once but ... thrice before

and it had failed again and again..

The final take this was ..

Adamant we were to do this...

The War machine was ready.. so was the battle cry

and we raced to victory although the fuel tank did turn dry..

Every little moment seemed like its stitched like pearls in a necklace are.

Every moment felt like a lifetime ..

Which can be narrated Over again..

The mystery was we never had a purpose. to seek or. a question ... to ask

Framed this moment i have ..

Happiness to us was to recollect these moments and smile in public or even when alone..

To write this makes me happy as i get to share my most cherished moment in this lifetime with you.

A backpack of memories..

and many more to come..

Rejuvenated we both are now to embrace life again...