letters from summer

a thought rolls in my mouth

tossed, turned, examined, forgotten.

till it cut the tongue

like a shard of glass

and ceaselessly, memories bled

slipping from the smile’s, tight grip.

heart gave in first, eyes followed.

and now,

winter sits at my doorsteps

awaiting the letters from summer

.....forever

Notes - Letting go is always difficult. This one is for all my friends, college days, the cute little Santa Cruz apartment, collegues at office and the one hell of a ravishing city called 'Mumbai'! I spend an incredible and unforgettable three years here and would return back in two months........ with a ring on my finger. :)