After Hours

I had a vision once,
which falls away,
as an old man i lay,
seems like i just met you,
accenture office calling me,
i can sense but i cant see,
counting down my after hours.

I think of my guilt,
I think of you on this street,
the same breeze that blew,
when i was with you.

The time when i was in shades,
a happening sun came to me
and set me ablaze,
the sun was skeptic,
days became sunny,
nights turned nostalgic.

Seiving your face in the crowd,
the charming moments that engulfed us,
i seem losing control of my senses,
and then your nostalgia sets in.

Moments of those times,
rekindle the ashes of my mind,
as sun shines in yellow,
with me most of the times.

The bells ring soon,
as it makes me afraid,
as i gaze on this empty lake,
where lights are now stranded,
as both of us wait,
the light & i both don't know,
where our fish now invades.

I still long for,
your aura that dazzles,
your beauty that evades,
your talks that enslave.

The word 'your', seems so futile now,
the adjectives seems so hollow,
as on a narrow stretch,
i wait and i try to rhyme,
but i know now,
rhyming memories of you
are now gone.

You bring the,
dash of enigma,
pinch of prowess,
hint of mystery,
and the passion that always
is on a constant stroll.

Our conversations still echo,
time rejuvinates,
as i walk with hope of you,
which i know may turn to dust.

May be ,its just a dream,
that might never come true,
leaving behind a trail of,
only your memories and your aura,
leaving me in the lurch,
the mercy of dwindling hopes,
till the time,
I again sieve your face in the crowd
,loose control over my senses,
and let your Nostalgia set in!

My guilt reiterates,
as most nights a question walks,
just to touch you.

I wanna tell you something,
will miss
the sunny days &
the nostalgic nights
as i disappear,
as this poet may remain
for you just a memory,
but poet has something,
to say that still he cannot,
come whatever may.

Without you i see no shades,
with you i see all shades,
i know its the beauty of you,
the vivid liveliness comes back
again to my life,
as i lay here,
counting down my after hours,
i turn left hoping to see
just again my sunny days,
and then you smile at me
and with it my guilt is gonne.