Blaming our
phobias and our age,
Won't set
us free from the cage.
You know it
doesn't take much to shut the doors,
And cry out
loud that we aren't anymore close.
We could
have touched our broken corners,
We could
have scratched that thick rust,
We should
have thought of rediscovering, reinventing,
Or just a
little about mending, blending and lending.
You never
know,
The magic could have lasted.
See, there
has always been a need,
Of roots for soil, of souls for turmoil,
But who
said we are here traveling alone,
There are
millions-billions of seeds already sown.
Sadly, the millions
are now just options,
Same old
stories looking with adaptations,
We quote
words which change with seasons,
Autumns are
often, and we ignore the reasons.
Wish in the early
days our heartbeats weren't so fast,
Wish our mushy
words had broken up with our heart,
We could
have smitten us with our sincere silence,
We should
have been acquainted with our violence.
You never
know,
The magic could have lasted.
Or maybe
they are all wrong choices,
Maybe we
couldn't have tried being less selfish,
Or maybe we
were never meant to be together,
But still we
met to realize what not Love is!
Or maybe we'll
cross our paths once again,
And kiss
each other talking of old days,
We'll talk
of all the lovers we had,
eventually
about having our new pad.
You never
know,
The magic
will last forever!
