Melodies

The air intoxicated with lyrics of my favorite song, 
Cascading out of the old gramophone 
Antique indeed....the memories and sentiments lost long 
Forgotten amidst the yellowed pages
Of the diary Forlorn ,
Cloaked in melodies. ...so dear,painful, sojourn
I sit surrounded with cognizance sepian
A lump in the throat. ...stuck,pierced my heart again!
Enveloped in black and white,the room, my existence
While the riot of colors decorated the world outside
The setting sun cast a spell magical
Painting red, the horizon
The birds are homeward bound,chirping, chattering around
As I stand alone , alone in the crowd,
Looking out of the window,
High, high up ....above the ground!