I still care..

These coldy nights, with unusual grace..
Solemnly breeze, makes me awake..
Little shiverings, with gentle blows
Makes me aware, about your corpse..

How beautiful, was our destiny..
Somewhat crucial, but a lot of agony..
You made me, to care for that..
I assure, you will be back..

Those long evening walks,
with numerous talks..
Demands your presence,
At every cost..

But how to explain,
Its difficult to gain..
About the brilliance..
With a lot of pain ...

The pure gentleness, of your worthy smile..
With little assurance, of the idealist style..
Falling of hairs upto your lips..
Makes it tough for my whips..

That classy innocence, in those deep eyes
Makes me to stare with every byes..
The little naughtiness that your finger tips share..
Makes it tough, for me to aware..

Why you were so, i am very confused
With such perfectness, will all dues
I don't care, what you supposed to be..
I just loved, the way you pleased..

I still miss, you my dear..
These beautiful memories,
forced me to care..
Now these nights are not as sweet..
A lot of lonliness, with a denible peace..

So its pretty late, for me now..
You were mine, you said aloud...
Its going to be tough,  to write more..
You were the best, that i assure..

                   🖋 by - paras barsaiya...