When you last smiled at me

    I see you one last time,

    You, the beautiful chatterbox,

    And your friends, keep hovering,

    In my visions.

    Memories are formed like this,

    You know, human memories.

    When I go from here,

    A part of you is carried inside,

    Like a flower petal pressed

    Within the pages of my favorite book.

    When my mind is painted in your colour,

    A soundless melody is heard somewhere,

    A silent artist listens to you again,

    A blanket of intimacy from afar

    Gently wraps the moment in itself, and then

    Simply asks:

    What is ordinary life?

    Ocean, sky, rocks, birds, trees, all - 

    What you gave me - a moment,

    When the word chooses the writer, 

    And the poetry becomes the poet,

    Even for a moment.