We paced through love, so quickly!
And now, my lips can’t believe the end
Is here already.
We vowed to be turtle doves- to empty
Each one’s heart into the other’s and to blend
For years in plenty.

Maybe, it was me.
Maybe, it was you,
Or better still, the both of us;
Maybe we all failed to envision
Life’s unmasked reality.
That love grows and fades,
Like music played all over again.
That change is a distant traveller,
With no definite destination
and home to call its home.
That love and change are sisters,
And we were just their make-up for the day.

Sometimes I wish
I foresaw this mess,
Then, I would’ve bought a cheaper dress
And stayed home after all,
Than sit by this roadside tormented in the cold,
Awaiting your unexpected call.