In the journey that ends miles away,
You find many travelers passing by,
But a few people you meet on your ride
You wish could walk side by side.

The people change you,
You forget about the destination and enjoy the view.
The journey is no more tiring and feels like a refreshing Sunday morning.

Knowing that the path could be different,
Even the destination may not be the same,
Yet you walk along with that person, step by step, pace by pace.

Unaware of the sharp turns in the path,
You continue your journey like usual,
Trying to make it as beautiful as you can,
Because that's the only thing in your hands.

After a long time, you come to the site where the road finally divides.
Standing there in silence,
Thinking about the vibrant journey you shared,
Remembering each obstacle you two passed together—
Trees, birds, and the sky—each of them now cry.

But you keep quiet,
Still standing there like a stone, you ask yourself—
The road finally separates?

Remember the last time we met?
We sat in the shadows on a bench.
You sang a song with your beautiful voice,
Wearing a blue top, sitting by my side.

Today, it's raining, and I remember that day.
It's not that I miss the sun above our heads,
But the feeling of someone beside me—one who would stay.

But now that you are gone, I do cry,
Waiting for you as the seasons pass by,
hoping that one day, my phone will ring,
With your name on the screen.

It's been a while since I heard from you,
Not a single message, nor a call came through.
Still, I keep my phone close to me,
Waiting for a notification—that pops your name on it.

"You must be busy," that's what my heart whispers,
And so, I'll wait till it beats no longer.
Just don't tell me your promise was a lie,
Or else, a part of me would die.

It's not that separation is new to me.
Remember when you said 10 days you won't talk to me?
Actually, I misunderstood your words
and didn't speak to you for that very long.

But what about this time, if I may ask?
Is it also a misunderstanding that will last,
or could we solve it with a few talks?
Would you like to discuss it on a walk?
Or maybe on WhatsApp, where our friendship grew,
where my messages are piling up and not turning blue.
Or is this how it was meant to end?

Who will answer my these questions?
Could you reply to me just for once?
There is one more thing I wanna tell,
I remember tomorrow is your birthday.
so....Happy Birthday

The world says time just flows,  
It heals wounds and lets the pain go.  
But is it true, what they say?  
Do the memories of a first handshake fade?  
Do the moments spent in the park vanish?  
Does the feeling and care of another simply perish?  

If your answer is yes, you may go,  
But if it's a NO, let's sit and hold—  
The moments we cherished with each other,  
Every second spent—let's hold it forever,  
As these memories are the only things that will keep us together.