Your memories haunt.

And i looked into thin air

with nothing on mind

and a face suddenly drew

seemed familiar

..it was you

Had i known little

this is a mere dream

i would never wake up

Had i known little

these senses would remind me of the truth

of you not being here

i would have rejected them

but i am stuck

Still stuck on to the place

where i left everything and moved on

still sitting below that tree

where our love blossomed

Still stuck on to that coffee

which was enough to keep along

still stuck on to your shirts

still stuck on to the love withdrawn

Those pens those games those bills those chairs

the case of my specs

the bag i wear

the bangles the clothes and even the smile i put on

the places i go to

you seem all around

i try to turn my face off

i try to not let your thoughts make a mount

but there is no place that doesn't remind of you

and that is how your memories haunt..