Remembering the days

 

When ever I am free and have nothing to do,

I sit down on a chair, and starts thinking about you.

 

and of the days, which we spent together,

everyday and perhaps every hour,

 

moments when we shared our joys and sorrows,

days when we always lived today and never tomorrows.

 

six hours between 7AM to 1PM, almost everyday,

those songs in free periods,

and that 2 minute break we used to say,

about that basketball court and of the affair,

which were not actually there,

teasing each other with comments,

but when needed, flew like currents.

 

now those days are gone , now everything is a past,

days have arrived, which we had never thought of,

never thought that one day everything will exhaust.

 

just one more day,

I only ask for just one more day, whenever I pray.

 

02/15/1999