In the fullmoon's moonlit, I strolled down the lane, <br />the lane that was lonely and was silent. <br />That's when I saw you, on the far end of the silent lane <br />and I wondered, was it you or was it my illusion, <br />for you were my greatest desire. <br /> <br />But how could you be here? <br />for you have long back gone far off. <br />Yet I ran, and ran towards you. <br />Pushing the road behind, <br />all our memories flashing in my mind. <br /> <br />The lane was no longer silent, <br />for it was filled with hushing winds, <br />the lane for once seemed too long, <br />and at far I reached the end. <br /> <br />She stood there at once, <br />when I raised my hand to feel her, <br />tears falling down my cheeks, <br />for she was once again, as always, gone. <br /> <br />And here I am all alone, willing to die, <br />and to meet you, talk to you, hold you and to feel you. <br />above all to tell you, that i have never told you <br />and forever be content.<br /><br />Tushar Pala<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-lane/
