Like a rain shower on a sunny day

Like a bud blooming when spring’s away

Like a lighthouse glinting in the middle of night

Like a glimpse of Sirius on a starless night

Like the last straw of nest that the little bird needs

Like an oasis replete in the desert heat

Like the innocence of a squirrel racing away

Like a gentle kiss on a sleeping face

Your memories quietly permeate my solitude

Gently peeling the layers of my mood

Like a river that flows just through the course

I drift into a dreamland, slipping away from my existence

With stars and constellations, I share our universe

Your memories mystically spell as I quill verses with mirth

                                              Vandana Bhasin