Foot-prints are all exhausted on yesterday's sands. You may ask for finger-prints at the agency office. Finger-prints, photos et all that they need for bio-metrics. Do you really require to know me? Two mail-ids I gave you years ago over the phone Are now both compromised, and the phone well-lost, Like Mark Anthony's Rome lost for Cleopatra. I am not really a creature worth-requiring to be known. Searching for the lost fo...

No secret written on sands lasts long. Waves don't bother how much you love Or how strong your disaffection be. But, be assured, whenever you remember me, I'll be with you, I'll always be. No cry in the desert can reach the ears you mean. Cactus-thorns don't care for your loneliness. But, be assured,wherever you cry for me, I'll be with you, yes, I'll always be. I walk on the waves, I lie on the sands, I sleep on cactus-b...

By the time her song weaves The lonesome road to happiness, I learn the art of listening to blue waves. Walking together we see flowers accompany us, Clouds, one or two, get distinctly impassioned. Colors mingle with fragrances as we leave our foot-marks behind. As her song weaves all our past in a fabric of present, I keep learning the art of remembering the forgettable.