My eyes, now and then, turn towards the door
Hoping you will be standing there
My head knows you wont be
And my heart wishes otherwise
And what are we really?
Not lovers, no we can't be!
Not friends, for time for friendship is past
Not of relation of the blood, for that never was
This unexplained bond of the souls
So much at ease when with each other
Seemingly indifferent when farther apart
Yet, invariably, bound across distances and time
One day, at a lark, I tugged at that thread
And you took time but pulled from the other end
Our eyes met, our souls connected
And a glimmer of joy lit up life's humdrum
Somewhere we knew it won't last
The cocoon of our lives was too hard to break
And we hung against different trees
Waiting for our respective liberation
Yet there is a modicum of regret
The end came too soon, abruptly and sharp
Perhaps we could've lingered just a little longer
Perhaps we could've peeked into that box
But may be its better that we did not
Some of life's gifts are best left unopened
Perhaps you were scared, just as I was
That we'll be forced to name the unnamed bond
Hoping you will be standing there
My head knows you wont be
And my heart wishes otherwise
And what are we really?
Not lovers, no we can't be!
Not friends, for time for friendship is past
Not of relation of the blood, for that never was
This unexplained bond of the souls
So much at ease when with each other
Seemingly indifferent when farther apart
Yet, invariably, bound across distances and time
One day, at a lark, I tugged at that thread
And you took time but pulled from the other end
Our eyes met, our souls connected
And a glimmer of joy lit up life's humdrum
Somewhere we knew it won't last
The cocoon of our lives was too hard to break
And we hung against different trees
Waiting for our respective liberation
Yet there is a modicum of regret
The end came too soon, abruptly and sharp
Perhaps we could've lingered just a little longer
Perhaps we could've peeked into that box
But may be its better that we did not
Some of life's gifts are best left unopened
Perhaps you were scared, just as I was
That we'll be forced to name the unnamed bond
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