Both of you... with love

Everything was similar there..

The wind , da space and da ppl..

You wer luking me all da same.

It was the season of festive colors,

and under the mud roof

i used to play in front of you..

not very usually

but even if once..

it was ever memorable..

You were there ever now,

but behind the frame,

The pearl garland

My eyes went on you,

I could sense the flux

The words, the voice , the touch,

Familiar, yet strange..

A little different this time

I'm back to my place now

But, my mind goes to u

The taste of ur hands

in still budding in ma buds

and ur calm face

is an inspiration...

I could feel you

lyk u were saying me..

lyk playing and calling me..

We miss you... 

Happy holi "DADI JI and BABA JI"