There are stories untold,
and some are yet to unfold.

We make promises to live by,
and a few memories that never die.

Surely, our paths were meant to cross,
And the time we spent wasn't a loss.

We build the sand castles on the beach,
and soon the sea takes it away from our reach.

Then you might get upset, lose hope and cry,
or smile and give it another try.

If not, don't let me find you regretting and fretting,
because sometimes we survive by forgetting.

I asked for the truth,
but couldn't bear it
when it was standing
right in front of me.

I thought it was a
dream, but when I
woke up it all seemed
to be so real to me.

What if it isn't the
truth? And what if
this was really just
another dream?

You built a castle of glass around your heart,
to keep it safe from getting hurt.
You went on searching for comfort, but in vain,
the walls cracked and are now falling apart.
You weren't willing to let go of it when the
monsoon brought in the rain and the gloom.
You still didn't leave the place when
it got too cold in the winters.
You thought you could repair it, picking up
the pieces when the dust settled on the floor.
And then the sunlight poured in through those
cracks, filling the rooms with bright light.
You saw hope in that light, found your happiness
in that warmth and got a chance to step out of the dark.
My love, for it  is these cracks and scars that
make your heart strong and brave, not the castles.

I ran out of words now
to tell you how lonely I feel.
You chose not to listen to me
well, I thought, so let it be.
I wonder why am I still
writing this about you.
You might not know how
much I care for you.
I promised myself that I wouldn't
break over what wasn't meant to be.
You said you wouldn't
bother me at all ever.
I told you that I won't talk
to you again, never.
You left without giving me
a chance to speak to you.
I sat there silently listening to your
footsteps as you walked away.
You will someday learn that this
silence has been broken by a new voice.
I will get over you then, sooner or
later, but yes, will find my words, again.
You should know this while I put an
end to it, I can forgive, but not forget you.

None of us are hard to define, really.
Complex, arrogant, head strong,
are just the tags that we gave ourselves.

None of us are difficult to understand, really.
Secretive, cryptic, reserved,
are just the ways we chose to be.

None of us are any different here, really.
Short, tall, dark, fair, ugly, beautiful,
are just mere words I would say.

None of us are entirely alike, really.
Not even the twin children I suppose,
but the love we all share is just the same.

None of us are identical to each other, really.
Contrasting ideals and opinions are always there,
but the tears we all shed are just the same.

None of us were meant to be clones, really.
This doesn't mean we discriminate and differentiate,
after all, the happiness we all experience is just the same.