Hedonism

Wine, sparkling in a shiny blue glass;

a puff of thick curly smoke,

from the burning cigar,

Tranquil eyes, lingering on the smoke line

Half laid, half asleep

On my high back chair.

Those small little things !

Those small small little little things,

you brought me,

with love and affection,

Made my so many days.

Those little Hi and Hellos,

you uttered at odd times;

your voice full of life,

Made me wait till late at night.

Those all countless evenings,

you sat beside me at the riverbank

your whispers, your warm breath,

Made me hold your heart in mine.

Those all birthday celebrations

you were the first one to wish
your rhyme, your sing-song

Made me re-born again and again

Now though you are,
No longer there with me,

I'm lost somewhere,

Life was not so cool with me.

I sit by my window, I remember you,

I listen you, I see you, I feel you.

Echoes of your voice,

your scribbling on the wall,

your painted postcards,

your whispers,

countless converasations preciously archived,
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Make me sail through my memories!