February 19, 2011


On that empty bench

someone so dear sat with me

its the same old place we used to chat

the same place where we used to walk

the same park were we played

the same place where the memories were created

the same place which bears innumerable secrets

the same place in hundreds of photos

even today when i walk alone

the bench under the yellow tree

always remind me of thee.
Something from the yard :