It's been seven years, she still tries to call him controlling all her fears.
The phone was still dead,
And so was his life;
Somewhere between the game of life,
deep inside her heart hope and love was still alive.

Maybe one day when the days are fine,
Maybe some years after nine.
Maybe then we come across each other or maybe we won't.
Maybe we ignore or maybe we won't,
Maybe we smile or maybe we won't.
Maybe we crave for that one hug or maybe we won't.
Maybe then you notice the love in my eyes or maybe you won't,
Maybe you can hear the poem my eyes recite or maybe you won't.
Maybe you still pull my cheeks or maybe you won't.
Maybe you still laugh on my jokes or maybe you won't.
Maybe we exchange contacts or maybe we won't.
Maybe then you leave saying goodbye once again or maybe you won't.
Maybe you call me later or maybe you won't
Maybe i say hello and you reply or maybe you won't.
Maybe we start once again or maybe we won't.
Maybe we fall in love once again or maybe we won't.
Maybe you too wish the same to happen or maybe you won't.
Maybe you too miss me or maybe you won't.
Maybe you too write the same or maybe you won't.

"Why did you **** me, what was my fault?" asked innocence
"Sshhh! stay calm, i didn't **** you, the world wants to **** you; you're safe in me my child, you're still alive.
Don't come out or they'll find you but trust me i won't let them do that." i replied

let your trance merge in my sadness
let your sanity dance with my wildness
let your heart beat in my chest
let your tongue utter my words
let your mind wander in my thoughts.
let my lost Soul comfort in your body.
Oh Dear yeild your lust,Let me be your Love not
beloved.

Today i say goodbye to all that happened with me in the past,
Past where you were by my side, making me smile after our worst fights.
I say goodbye to the promises that we made,
Where the walls were painted all blue, the blues in which i am still swimming,
I say goodbye to the coffee cups,those caffeine are still in my nerves,
I say goodbye to the joint we rolled, feeling like I am writing on that same paper,
Today I say goodbye to our room, in which I still sleep alone, where the bedsheet reminds me of you,
Today I say goodbye to our mutual friend, that pillow mate, where he knows all that happened between us.
But let me tell you, this is my room, which is calling me back,
I will visit again sometime, someday
But today I say goodbye to all.
-Shreya