One fine day as I walked to my car,
I saw him exiting that bar,
His gaze was set afar,
But mine were drawn to his scar.
He felt my stare's power,
So questioned-"Who you are?
I felt my mouth open ajar,
So I saved the hour,
Walked I to him like some avatar,
"You pull my strings as good as you play your guitar,
Its been years since you've been on my radar"
Gaped he and became ready to spar,
So I kissed him and and tasted some cigar,
He eyed me like a jaguar,
So I smiled at my rockstar,
He might find all this bizarre,
But for me it was at par,
Showed him I my very own scar,
Recognised me and remembered the day of our mar,
The story of 'our'
Shall always remain on the jar
For lovers we were crossed-stars!
We read the same, just in opposite directions,
For I had my memories and he had some reflections.
Our flaws were our identities, thence, we were always on each-other's radars;
But the black boxes failed us and turned our;
Sweet-innocent love sour!