Boulevard

This was written long long time ago . Found it scribbled somehwere and here it is.


Path that was once alive
is now dead since she left.
The trees, the pebbles, the once blooming flowers
bereft of a purpose, they moan in the dark.

Her smell once subdued the flowery fragrance,
her laughter once echoed through the trees
it was a time when been contemplated
seeking nectar from flowers or her lips.

That meandering path became Universe’s centre,
that meandering path.. happiness’ abode
a touch of beauty and sweet surrender,
a musical touch to life’s ode.

Solitary is now the environ,
lifeless is the fauna and flora,
the evening breeze has lost its companion
the boulevard…. its charm, its aura.