Expression or the absence of it

Old e-mails…
Some of them bring back the forgotten smile.

This one is for you…
She and I, exchanged those words, today, it seems like it was a long while ago
She was as whimsical as I, as fleety and random as I, yet had the adage that would straightened my broken end
Of beer and coffee, of routine and freedom
Of silence and crowd, of poetry and prose
Sometimes we used alliteration, at times it was euphemism, pun it was never; we disliked the derived fun
Talking vacuities, we love Seth
Hyper, frivolous, frothy, fancy, all imaginations, in touch with reality.

The lines are not in flow, they can never be,
Thought is so incomplete that I fail to find a suitable full stop.
I often think about the lost charm and realize how much I miss those conversations, which were my bright spot in the day.
It’s not everyday that you find people like her, complex and deep
All good things come to an end, don’t they?
What you’re left with is, good ole emails, words that are real, talks that stay etched in memory, the colours are vivid still…

In conclusion, I couldn’t think of better lines than these
“If you had known…If I had known…ah well,
We played our cards so suavely, who could tell?
Ten years ago, so suavely, with such pain…
And, being wise, will do so once again.”
- Vikam Seth.