He could not see
the picture her eyes painted 
the lyrics her heart beats wrote 
the grace by which she walked
he could not see her for the magic she was.


he could not see 
the way buds blossomed 
when she walked their way
or how the way stars aligned
to guide him to her
because he was too caught up in someone else's light


she could not see 
he was far off wandering
to a place she could never reach
his eyes following the movement 
of someone else's gaze
she could not see him 
for the momentary delight he will bring
followed by a series of never ending longings
that never to be fulfilled

He was blinded
But was never numb enough
not to feel the homely aroma 
she carried
slowly the aroma became his choice of drug
soon she became the irresistible force

her vision was tainted
with the sweet words he framed
moments after moments
she made a house 
where memories 
were bricks 
with love as cement. 
she knew he would fall in
and he did

but no matter how strong the drug is, 
a person gets accustomed to it
and wants more,
everything seems off-limit

no matter how much you are willing to sacrifice
you can only destroy yourself 
till you still have something left in you to give
but she already had loved him
with every bit of love she was allowed to give.

and on a stormy night, past came knocking at the door,
the girl was terrified, but the boy let the stranger in. 
When he saw her face, she was no stranger at all
she was the girl, around whom
majority of his life had evolved


Back before she knew, 
the pictures in the frames were replaced
the background was same
but it was the hands of his childhood love he was holding,
the letters he wrote for her
now had a new address
she came like fresh air,
and swept off the traces of the drug
He once could not do without

she became stranger in her own house,
he did not force her out,
but nothing was the same
With love gone
All the walls had cracked

now if there is one thing that is worse than to never have known love, it would be to have known love and watch it getting snatched away

she watched him delete all the messages,
rephrase the words he so happily wrote for her not so long back 
the photographs were burnt
the numbers were removed
it was as if,
she was never there.

and the boy lived happily
with his girl 
I'm sure this is not how
you thought the story would progress
but this is how it usually goes,
so if you are in love,
you are the lucky ones
cause most of us are writing
about the love we lost.