Where are those days were people used to actually talk? When they had the time to look into someone's eyes and speak their heart, When they sat next to each other without any gadgets, But holding their hands. Where they used to lie down on the ground, Looking at the sky, They found 'Seven Sisters', And taking their time for the dreams to unfold.
Where are those days where a single flower from the lover was considered so precious, That it was secretly kept in between the pages of your favorite book? Where there was no Facebook or Instagram to declare your love, But used to spend days with hope waiting for their loved ones' letters.
Where are those days where there was a Romeo for a Juliet? A Mr. Darcy for an Elizabeth? A Majnu for a Laila? And a Dante for a Beatrice? May be I'm just an old soul, Looking for true love and kindness in this robotic world, Or may be I'm in wrong space and time where I don't belong, I think I should get back to my time machine. -JMJ
In your eyes, I saw my life, Blossoming like a fragrant flower, With all its beauty and elegance, Like a queen with all her grace. In your eyes, I saw that flame, Which burnt my eyes to find a way to the heart, The light which brightened my soul, The fire which engulfed me whole. In your eyes, I saw lyrics of a beautiful song, Bringing rain to a deserted heart, A melody, so divine soothing my body and mind, The music which unknotted emotions of all kind. In your eyes, I saw myself, With well guarded walls,protecting myself from another hurt, Scarred and bruised from old deep wounds, Standing tall with my perfectimperfections. -JMJ