Numbers have changed on his calendar pages,
And all the possible ways along,
Seems like he was waiting since ages,
To wake up and write a new song.
Thorns and roses were spread away,
Watching for his feet to bleed,
This new path may served him with glassy way,
But shattered one wasn’t one on to breathe.
Reminded his memories to few minutes ago,
Got back to yesterday,
Where he thought his happiness glows,
And here he is;in a new day.
Took a ride one year back in his mind,
Found the difference between both new year’s eve,
That day was so special and kind,
With someone special holding his sleeve.
This time no one ain’t coming to him,
To hold and wish this day,
Just some numbers have changed;
What’s the difference does that make?
He wanted to call and wish her first,
And wish her the best year ahead,
Afraid of his emotions to get burst,
He allowed his thoughts to be dead.
He prayed for her and striked his pen,
Her initials were engraved over the notes,
By the splashing of ink over the pages,
With teary smile he continued writing quotes.
PS: Happy new year dear readers…i hope this year to be best for you all.. Have a great time ahead..enjoy as much as you can…:):)
PS1: wrote it last night…forgot to post..:|