Him was a tramp, Her was a gypsy.

Together they walked Together they lived Never caged each other with relationships.

Free birds they were

Exploring nature made the detachment Memories lost in atmosphere

Inhaling her left breathe in kissed flowers,Sensing every moods spent together, Bloomed everywhere in nature

Whistling and whispering became his melody To him,feather-touch breeze became her responses,

They were alienated with their melodies Resonating whistlings from deflections Became their blissful moments Silent Whistling on nights Walking slowly Looking those glitter sky Finding his Star,

The cherished moments were never lost,

Just rediscovering communication.

Him became mood collector She left soothing clairaudience.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s