A NOVEMBER MORNING 

On a cold november morning 

With a warm heart fluttering with the auburn autumn leaves

A charming smiling face, I encounter, familiar, with mischievous twinkling eyes and

A voice so known, that said “ finally we meet”.

Taking small steps ahead, towards you, unsure,

Still convinced somehow that you had some cure,

My love struck a melodious note,

My heart singing along, enchanted, further as the soft strains floated.

A somber sky waited, splattered with heavily wet clouds,

You unlatch the door and recollections crowd,

As I waft and sift through the memories, forgotten, but still so beautiful, 

All captivated in colourful frames, but illusional!

"Hope , it never comes to an end," my voice trembled and quivered, 

Isn’t one life a little too short to be in love, with so much undiscovered ?

Your tempting passions stroke my douting emotions,

Where were the feelings lost...will they come back as magical, enchanting potions ?

©®Madhumita