Once we were infinite
When the August mondays were humid
And we used to compose side by side
Abiding for moist winds to captive us

Then winter came,
Made us less and countable
With our emotions dispirited and sprinkled
And we, ourselves frittered into a melancholy space
In the sepulchral world binded in ego

May be it would be witless longing
Or a greedy and self-centered hope
To ask for your hands around me again
And the eyes that stared into mine
To do the same once more
Since, I miss your careen silky hair and
Your heart-stirring hugs every evening

At last, this is me, standing infront of you
Apologizing for every erroneous quarrel
Oh, I would do anything
To go back to the August
And change every thing

But I know it's impossible
To refere us as one again

- Chandra kiran