Non-chalant roses
And the thousand myriad lilies
Caressed the endless emotions.

The romantic novel pages
And the dreadful paragraphs,
Most visited page numbers
Hauled me to 2013 since yesterday.

Unsaid love dreams,
In the form of nostalgic vibes
Haunted me for an hour.

The unanswered questions
Still stays numb.

Why did you hate living in my lyrics?
When you owed the best dialogues,
Why did you reject the role?
Why did you never realise
Fake eye contact would hurt the little me more?
In the utter silence,
The clouds wished to speak
In the form of droplets.

When love drenched in rain
I forgot to hold an umbrella,
In scare of thinking;
the depth of love would lower
combining other droplets.

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