One fine day as I was walking
Through the same lanes,
I saw the sun.
Bright enough, following me everywhere.
Burning everywhere I went.
It was fine at first as humans we crave warmth.
But then as minutes passed and they became hours
It started troubling me.
I didn’t like the way it followed me.
I stopped enjoying its presence
The continuous warmth that I was getting.
But then I realized
That the moon follows me too.
Everywhere that I go.
But what made me question was,
Why do I still love the moon?
Why do the moon and its presence never irritate me?
Why after everything, I still crave for its one look,
When I don’t do the same for the sun.
Maybe it's because of every single day
The moon keeps leaving me
A bit by bit
And one day it goes away completely.
But then again it comes back
Slowly and steadily.
Maybe this is the reason
I love the moon and not the sun.
Maybe it's the thing that we realize
How connected we are
To few things
Only when they are not there.
So maybe we just love our little fear.
And this fear keeps our love constant.
Let's walk back on the roads We used to stroll all night. Let's go back to those staircase We used to sit alright. In the darkness, Last time, let's find the light. Let's talk again Without bringing the fight. In this whole big crowd, Baby it's you who always remain in my sight Let's walk back on those roads Holding our hands tight.
You have left. Left this life. You are not there anymore Walking with me on these lanes. Holding my waist tightly as if you are scared to leave me. You are not there anymore Sitting with me, Telling me about how your day went. You are not there anymore In the phonecalls and those text messages In those tight hugs and soft kisses. But all what hasn't left is Love, I guess
I see you though everyday. You walking down with your friends. While I sit there on my phone, Trying to ignore the world. Or maybe especially you. Cause you know what Love does hurts. So these days I'm just trying To unlove you.
A question that I often Find myself asking is, What will happen to love.. If we had to end. When You'll be you and I'll be me. Will love still be there? At the same place When we'll move on at opposite paths. Or will love get stuck at the time zone When it will be the last time That you'll say my name.. And it scares me cause Someday in the future we'll see each other for the last time.. Will love still be there In that last glance? Or will it end when we'll do. When you'll be you And I'll be me....