Dida...

Blenched hills..stooping down low..
The flaming polash phool gape wide..snuggling closer to the withered leaves...
Its a strange winter this one!
The hail feels my numb lips peeping from beneath the winter's chill...
And ..
I remember... her portrait..as it sketches itself across my soul....my teary eyes splashing down her warm memories till they steam down closest my caressing heart ...I can still feel the incense and the conch shell she held..beckoning my smiles as I ran across to her...
If only I could run yet again...
A silver curl along the curve of her lips.. each moist bleary sunset ...
She will always be mine...