"Souvenir When i heard the name, Through the whisper of the wind. I felt you and lost myself. The wind is not faithful anymore, It shook me again, Broke the promise, of not bringing the spring. Here i lay alone, With the thought, thay may not real ever. But this goes on, I failed to leave the silence alone. It broke, but not screamed. This wind is making me lier. I heard the name again, I saw the darkness in light, And felt the sensation in shun. Now the drying leafs are, Dreaming of rain, with the roots dead. Ritesh kumar singh"