We were in the middle, i was looking at the other side ; you were following my eyes in the hope of a meet , the fragnance which used to hold me towards you is strayed and now in stage of moribund, you are crying inside in deep sense of despotism to hold me catch my pupils, to come closer to me, again lost in you. I on the other side is not holding back; how did this happen? Am i bored of her? Or she used me fulsomely and i am giving up... her anxious eyes were shouting that she has immense love for me, the problem lies with me; her hairs, lips, eyes, cheeks, hands which used to allure towards her are stucked in ignorance, definately the problem is mine, the dirt is evolving in me, the hate is in me, never thought i will part of in such a way but still its not the end.. she will not let me go, she's a winner, she has always tried and she will try even more harder atleast for now a cold wind blows, the fragnance of her flows with the wind towards me i look back at her lets see untill when.
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