With every tear drop,
Bond with one starts to perish,
With every tear drop,
Bond with other starts to cherish !!

One was always at the back,
Moved With the same pace,
Gracefully following the other,  
Trying to chase down,
To be one just like before,
To feel completely,
And have the *******.
The closer they got,
The lower they got ,
And finally they met
They met after travelling years,
Both following the other for miles,
Waited this long just to meet
And separation they feel,
They feel after the fall into sea.
So that they could rise again
To follow each other,
In search of the right one
To meet them,
Those waves rise again.
To fall and get lost,
and rise again.

In the space blue and dark,
twinkled the tiny little stars.
At door he stood,
gazed into infinity,
gazed to figure out,
the figures they portrayed.
Wet were his eyes,
satisfied was his expression,
for he knew he had chosen the wrong train,,
but right was the destination.

I still remember that dreadful time
That season !
When the sun set in shame,
The tides refused to rise,
No bird ever sang,
The rhyme of valor of warrior wise.
The leaves stopped to shed,
Every lane in the town was blood red,
Just remember how dreadful it got,
When the ice gave us warmth,
And the fire began to freeze instead.
Nights were even more darker,
Days got gloomy,
Stars never twinkled,
World was getting doomy.
The silverlight of moon,
all thought to be a boon,
also perished in dark,
as hope broke it down too, soon!
Clouds they thought
were merciful in town,
until pain and sorrow it was
which they poured upon.
Was it a reality
or the lucid dream.
Or the reality trapped me in the dream,
I never wished to be in.
I still remember when I asked it,
"Is it dream or reality?"
and he said,
"I am in you but you have always been in me!"
Yes, how can I forget,
that when it all happened
and my conscience was reason,
How can I forget that dreadful time
that dreadful season.