today again i thought of u
that why you had to go,
why it was like it was
why it couldn’t be more pro,
why was i not myself
why i let u go
was it destined to end
just with a stroke,
as if nothing could be done,
nothing could be said,
nothing could be heard,
it was the ultimate end,
it was doomed and religiously met,
but then i had forgotten your memories
successfully after all the efforts,
just when i was rejoicing my win
of having done away with it
it came as a logical question
weren’t we were meant to be together
wasn’t you the one ..
then why with a stroke you went
why couldn’t you have told
what you saw n felt
way before
why you waited till i realized
why then you ended it all
just when i regained my senses
anyways now you are absolutely gone
almost a reconciled past
yet i wonder why it was the way it was
maybe it was for the best
maybe not,
who knows
yet i will think of it time n again
n wonder if it was always written like that
or we formulated the path
the path of separation
as the end
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