Monsoons drifted us apart.
The drizzling rain, the mad winds,
The destroying storm, the dirty mud.
They all were getting into the nerves of us.
We became wet, our minds were blown out,
Our hearts got tired, we slipped into life.
Slowly and gradually it happened.
We did not ask for it ;
Rather we did not want it to happen.
But, neither you nor I was capable to get a hold on it.
The trembling body, the hungry soul had made it possible one year back.
That wasn't a choice then;
This isn't a choice now.
We are made for each other, not for being together....but for letting 'us' go, for letting the Monsoons drift 'us' apart.