And I still don't know it was, but it could be like a million things like,
A song, that kept playing on the loop in my head,
A text message, which flirted with both the heart and brain,
A diary, which ran out of pages with letters written to you,
A luncheon, which still continues to satiate my hunger,
A morning, when there were no worries to dampen the day,
A mirror, which kept reflecting the fascinating vistas,
An algorithm, which kept doling out different but interesting results,
A painting, which brightened the canvas with all the colors,
A fling, which refuses to fade into memory,
A book, which I re-read finding something new in every page,
A flash of lightning, which illuminated the darkest hour of the day,
A musing, with the most beautiful muse,
A calendar, which proposed a new adventure everyday,
A phone call, which was more of serene silence than spoken words,
Or,
Just a dream, from which I didn't wish to wake up from.
Arushi
A song, that kept playing on the loop in my head,
A text message, which flirted with both the heart and brain,
A diary, which ran out of pages with letters written to you,
A luncheon, which still continues to satiate my hunger,
A morning, when there were no worries to dampen the day,
A mirror, which kept reflecting the fascinating vistas,
An algorithm, which kept doling out different but interesting results,
A painting, which brightened the canvas with all the colors,
A fling, which refuses to fade into memory,
A book, which I re-read finding something new in every page,
A flash of lightning, which illuminated the darkest hour of the day,
A musing, with the most beautiful muse,
A calendar, which proposed a new adventure everyday,
A phone call, which was more of serene silence than spoken words,
Or,
Just a dream, from which I didn't wish to wake up from.
Arushi
