Out of the Past

Last night,

while it poured down

I thought of you!

The tired you,

not the sleeping kind.

memories deeper than sorrows

spurious euphoria!

The lustful craving of my mind,

And-

the desire to make love to your memories.

The walls whisper secret love

.Raising a hullabaloo

within an unkempt soul.

I am not contemporary

I live in the past.

Past where you solved 

my enigmatic mind!

It was a stringy journey, I think

bringing my body from past to present.

Is not it master?

You are wistful now.

I paint the walls of my room 

with Nostalgia.

There, where my soul resides

every single thing is illusion.

Its been aching but not aching till death

Ahh!

That lament has been my fate.