Those Memories Poem by Abhishek Shah

Like stories from young, the memories we make.
One at a time, step closer we take.
So often does my heart in your eyes it peeks,
That smile of happiness, for my solace I seek!
So wound up we are, in our world of obligations,
Your scent and your touch, that feeling of palpitations!
Into the white canvas I can see you there,
For hours with my dry brush, I just sit and stare.
Sometimes wise, and sometimes naive one mystic muse you are!
Like the light of the glowing sun, always with me yet so far.
But a glimpse of yours I ask, don't complain that I ask too much.
A mad lover is what they call me, waiting for a fairytale princess as such.
A secret that I know and only my heart believes, that one day you will come.
A moment for many but eternity to me for light is always one with Sun.
To my lost muse I say, 'In my heart I will always care!
It doesn't matter if the time shall end because for you, I'll always be there! '