Sitting at the window,
staring at the dark black sky
with a pen in my hand,
wondering how fast did time fly.
I wanted to write today
as the night was going deep,
about the thoughts that eat me up
as i keep escaping my sleep.
Its been more than two years
since the time we actually put an end,
to what lasted for over eight years..
and now miles apart we stand.
Yet I wonder,
how despite all the sprain
that i put you through, all those years..
You still weep, when i am in pain.
How every time when i hit my low,
there is that text on my phone, asking "are you fine?"
how, despite me filling your life with darkness..
you still pray for me to shine.
But look at the irony
My world was a fragile land of darkness,
where you came in like the brightest ray of hue..
but I turned out to be colour blind, my dear..
I couldn't see my biggest blessing in form of you
This thought then left me scared
cause they say, when not cared,
All good things come to an end
even the greatest gifts that god send.
But here you are, despite all I have done
Miles apart, yet just so near..
doing what you have been doing since years,
standing before me, fighting off my greatest fears.
Here I am writing this today, not to thank you,
but to let you know, I owe u all my while,
May be i could never give you the love you deserve,
But I can at least try to make you smile.
They say I should write our tale, but
some tales are written right from the heaven above
no, wrong are those who call it a love story
it was always something much stronger than love.
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