It all started <br />Remember! the good old days <br />When we planned to sit in the cemetery <br />To talk about love and life <br />But finally walking down <br />The dark cross roads <br />Embracing after each alternative steps <br />And kissing violently <br />Under the moon light <br />Catching every single noise <br />For a threat that will end up <br />Our untold passion <br />That has bound us together <br />And entwined us in love <br />To live in pleasure <br />And you felt the danger <br />Of passers by and <br />Your open windows down the hills <br />Still clasping my hands tight <br />Which was a rejoicing moment <br />Luminous as a fire ball <br />And as cool as <br />The frozen western ghat's <br />Wind like breeze on my cheek <br />Caressing soft gentle love <br />And also hitting cold <br />The hard realities of future <br />And gone are those <br />Golden days of love <br />Which ignited in our hearts <br />A spark to fight <br />And win our love life <br />which indeed we have <br />Half accomplished <br />Waiting for a better outcome <br />Tomorrow or the days next <br />But remember <br />We have yet not been <br />To the cemetery as per the plan. <br /> <br />14-4-2011<br /><br />Mohamed Umar Farooq<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yet-not-to-the-cemetery/
