'Stoned' roads, 'high' hills !!

A Poem by Prateek

"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible, is music..!"..

Warm spring it was,when i first saw your glance…
lit were my eyes,as was your face..
d smile made me sure,stars shooting were a good sign…
bt dint i know,
bottles were different,same was the wine…

they hinted me,the ppl whom you knew..
the fields were florid,yellow were the flowers..
i sang them songs,with the rain they rhymed..
but dint i know,
bottles were different, same was the wine…

to the woods, to the bushes, to the ponds i made it clear..
to myself i said, what i wish you could hear..
tat night at the bar,as if every sip was mine..
but dint i know,
bottles were different, same was the wine………..