A Walk With You

A walk with you is all I want

At the middle of the night,

Along the foggy path,

Following the trail of the river,

Into the darkest part,

That the world fears to go,

But that’s all I want.

I want to talk of the times,

Of which no one speak.

Of the fallen empire and broken dreams,

Into the darkest minds that co exist,

With the brightest faces,

In the morning light.

The walk will take us

Down the valley,

Where your heart resides,

And your soul sleeps.

Oh! If you would just let me sit a while with you,

And listen to the music to which you grew,

I would try to find a tune for you

Which will always remind my name to you.

Or may be I will leave back there,

A piece of me that you wont be aware,

Until you go back there again,

With no one by your side,

Just a deserted lane.

You will find a part of me

That you had never found before

Which will make you miss me

Like never before.

Oh! I will talk through the night,

And walk through the dreams,

And I will write all of it down,

In the pages of history,

That no one knows to exist,

Except a mad soul which resides in me.

I will write down about your sound of laughter,

Which you had put up to charm your way in me.

I will write down about the color of your eyes,

Which had shown me the distant galaxy.

I will write down about the warmth of the hands,

Which had once held me,

And I will write down about the crook of your nose,

Which I used to play with.

I will also write about the pain,

You inflicted in me.

Which no one could have,

Ever done to me.

For I wear a shield wherever I go,

Except when I am with you,

With a bare soul.

But now I have to leave,

And this time, not with you.

I will go up the trodden road,

While you stand at the door.

You keep guarding the valley deep down,

Protecting your heart,

From my insane soul.

But one day when you sit down there,

In your pensive mood

With an unknown fear,

You will find that piece of me

That I had once left behind

When I visited thee

To tell you stories

Of all those times

Which could have been ours

But lost in the tide.

You may shed your tears then

And try to reach out for my presence

But all you will find

Is relics of history that I had once written.

You will never see me in your terrace again

For, I am the fog which disappeared in rain