The sinful days,
you and I!
The chaffer evenings,
the winter's sigh!!
The filter coffee,
the long drives in the nights!
The mist on the road,
the fog in the eyes!!
Sitting by the fire,
the melting hearts!
The numb lips,
the eyes full of words!!
The blanket,
and the fighting toes!
Your purple guitar,
and the musical flaws!!
My dear November,
and you resting
on my shoulder!
Yet the time goes,
I remember!
The little dreams,
and my sweet November!!
From the laughs,
to the blues!
Your hair clip,
and our pair of shoes!!!
~Shashank~
