Past Wait

Once again I found a old book

Once again I turned few pages

Found a rose which lack it's shades

Leaves are dry, almost it fades

Still the crackle of dry petals remind me of you

All those silly fights with you

Again I turned few pages

I found something what my eyes are searching for ages.

It's a piece of paper

All my memory just scattered

You poured your heart on it

Those blood stains are witness for this

I keep on turning the pages.

Now the book on its edges

Still there was a hope

But it was out of scope

And I hurried all those in my heart

I realize that we moved apart.

I trashed the dry rose & letter

Life goes on, I waited there forever..