Those talks....

How can anyone forget those talks

How can I forget those close walks

Likewise now script is somewhere lost,

Wise mice will still not believe it and term as new host,

When things where good we use to talk,

When things were bad we use to talk,

Those endless hours of talk were great,

Those meaningless but defined talk were heavy in weight.

When clock was never a barometer of limitation,

When shock was only when we ended in relative discussion,

Whatever it was in logical way,

But it was something which was crafted in middle of bay,

Its very difficult to talk with someone now even for minute,

But those talks which lasted for hours were unique make.

Beauty of those moments was in its simplicity,

As it was bounding the situations and still living in reality,

We always talked about everything right from small pin to pen,

We always even discussed on varied topics like politics to shin chang,

Now that call is on temporary hold I guess,

Now that ball is in dark room as a mess;

What difference it makes to things now I understood

Now sun is grey and cloud is dark;

Now moon is white and stars are randomly parked.

Slowly and gradually tortoise walks

But in that also it actually does not gets block’

Then how can I get aback just because of bad clock

Time will change and wings will again flight its claim

Just looking at shores and claying the floor

This graffiti on walls will now not change

As its not something which was just for fame

No doubt that now it has been decades that we have talked

But lasting of its impact is also gauged.