the days gone by

when was the last time
you felt like a bird
that flies in the highest heaven
when did you last
speak to the stars
who are all alone
for light years around
when did you last see
the spiral arms of the galaxy
embrace the cold dark sky
when did you last frame
the starscape adorned with a thousand jewels
in your ravishing kohl lined eyes
when did you last fly
across the fields
illuminated by the fireflies
when did you last witness
the seductive clouds surrender
to the mighty mountain gods
when did you last try
to catch the first drops of rain
or follow the lightening across the sky
when did you last cup your hands
to fill it with sounds of a spring
and steal a piece of rain washed sky
do you still remember
the long conversations with
the trees, clouds and the setting sun
do you still get to hear
the morning mynahs and the gloating hyenas
the rustling leaves and sparkling streams
do you still treasure those days
when we walked together
hand in hand.