In deepest corner of my heart,
I feel a longing,
Unending, flickering all the time,
Sometimes a book, few fine words in it,
Touch deepest of my heart,
Quenching and burning desires,
Sometimes a beautiful memory,
I re-live, in my imagination,
Memories of happiness and sadness,
Memories that stayed, as reservoirs of reference,
In despair or happiness alike,
Sometimes a beautiful movie,
That re-plays things i experienced,
Or things that I wished to experience,
Swells within me, a surge of emotions,
Bringing few moments of release, in routine of entrapment,
Sometimes I simply think of You,
Your imperfections,
That brings forth litany of grievances,
And Your smile,
Which settles them,
Sometimes in farthest of my imagination,
A world of timelessness floats,
At times still, at times moving,
Pictured in white and blue,
Between a sea and a mountain,
With untethered me and You,
Times of these 'sometimes',
Are treasures i store,
In my words, in my songs,
In my seas, in my shores,
Sometimes.....
