Best Entry - Erudite Prompt Challenge

Lara's theme is playing somewhere, the recurring Siberian blizzard returns ever again, Dr. Zhivago's eyes have turned suddenly my eyes looking the far receding figures, straining the last glimpse, through a broken window. Boris Pasternak is only me, an erudite galaxy had also once overtaken the summer hot winds of Old Delhi when I had suddenly lost you in a bylane of another summer. Pasternak and you are no longer memories since then. Searching is the sun going down in many distant horizons, again. © Amitabh Mitra