It calls me … over and over
The joy of love,
the feeling of longing,
the look of your smile
The moment I called Childhood
Do you remember the night we spent together to see the comet?
we saw the shooting stars too,
we slept on the rooftop
I think that was our “Once in a lifetime”
We can’t fortune the future
Years passed, time flies
Moment lasts,
and the least I can do only keeping you in mind
What we missed?
Why it has to be missed?
And staring to those slides of memories just make me feel the bitter inside
Feeling of emptiness,
the smiles that shows an unwanted “on-going-adult”
Childhood, you’re become so famous when we’re in the future
anandamanan 