There is no more of him!

They were of red, they were of yellow, and they were the color of my dresses,

Those were the days when gerbera became my favorite.

It’s been a year now and there’s no more of gerbera now.

Yes, there is no more of him now.

They were the sleepless nights, when music was connection of our souls,

Songs played for each other, and the smiles kept exchanging.

I find hard to remember the time now, when the smile for music was exchanged last.

I guess there is no more of music, no more of him now.

The wait by him at railway station for the arrival of my train,

The flask carrying the tea or the tea at stall is just memories now,

I wish I could stand waiting there till he comes, but I know he’s not going to appear,

It’s not that love, and it’s no more of him now.

The excuses to meet each and other and forget the whole world around,

The time to lie in arms of each other, are just a dream now.

Companies of others make him happier than being us alone.

Now, there are no more of us, and there is no more of him now.

Everything is a history, a memory and a dream for me now.

Everything seems disappearing, his love has become shadow now.

Now, there is no gerbera, no music, no morning sight of him,

Yes, it’s the sad story of him not being him anymore.