Golden figs r the moments

spent with u

Casket of treasures r the feelings

Shared with u.

Nostalgic r those butiful days

Time had no meaning 4 us;

Where defied were the nature's lure

We escaped the definitive elements

Cocooned in our own self,

I long 4 those back days;

Wishing u b back in my arms

insular in our own world;

Where nothing has a purport

Not even the god,

Except I and u;

All spent, I m forlorn now;

Still waiting for the dooms,

When my life,

I could render to u.