How did it all start,
and devoid of a prompt response
and a deficit blame on fate,
Knowing that , it was his inability to differentiate
between being protective and being possessive,
Unwilling to accept that this inability was how it all started,
he just smirked.
How long, came the question
long enough to give me memories
I could cherish for a lifetime.
Sensing the hollowness of the heart,
'Could it comeback?' , was the roll in question
Silence
Silence
Knowing that this silence is going to be of no use,
and the same silence at some other time
would have not made him who he is now,
heartbroken to accept reality,
heartwarmingly intaking rationality,
hopelessly nodding , he just said,
"NOT ANOTHER CHANCE".
She pricked him , but as a rose,
She hit him , but as a breeze,
She led him to places,
where he could have never been.
Made his mistakes less seen,
made this teen wittingly keen.
Thinking of all this gave birth to a tear in his eye,
and before it grew,
Tell me of her , came in the question
She is a beautiful flower , and once ,
that flower was my entire garden , said he..
and that tear kissed his cheek...
~Krishna
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