The life will still go on

How do I explain,
with a heart

that spurn to forget
It has been so hard

to recall

some of that

golden moments

I still remember

how we first met

We stood facing each other

at the railway cross

without knowing that

a train had to  pass us

quivering the silence of

the realm

You were rushing

to catch a train
and I had offered

company

to walk through that

extra mile

I still feel the

Lingering fragrance

of  your flowing hair

Which had brushed

my face

while we were walking

As the train moved

we walked away

from each other

to diminish in the

fondest of memories

where did you go

and where am I?
Was that actually you?

or was it a dream?

Now that level cross

has become like

an antic

as It still stand there

and pray for your gleam

Your memories

will always hang
like an unfinished

mural

to give solace

to my lost moments

The life will still go on
just like it was before