It was a cold evening, I was sipping my tea
and the cold was romancing with my tea as well with my lips
he was looking into my eyes
searching for his eternal soulmate......
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When I am alone
I know it was fate
or as you say it
It was my mistake.
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Why I left from there needs an explanation.
Obviously it needs an explanation.
As I am not a hard core feminist,
Nor that you are a chauvinist.
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Paraphernalia of loneliness is sagacity,
Gracefulness of erudition of agony,
Acceptance of infelicitous neglect,
Absorption of memories into heart
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I live everyday but your remember it only today
I work day and night, you recognise it only today
I toil to keep everything and everyone going
and you make it a celebration only on today.
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Flipping through the pages of ancient story
I knew that paradise lost is my fault.
Across the ocean of mythologies
I had seen mistake is feminine
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He said that we are on our way to heaven
So I made it grand and special, the journey.
He told me tales of immortal love, pure and bliss
But was seeking the mortality of his needs.
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I converse with vacuum,
I talk to stark silence,
I gossip with loneliness,
from the day I am alone.
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He said to me to go away
from his thoughts and life.
I resisted his recommendation
as it could handicap me of emotions.
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Love stops when reason starts to work
until then I was safe within my dreams
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