The lost love...

On a weekend getaway,

On the coast of Bay of Bengal

You and I had met

That’s when ‘We’ had begun

to come under the love arrest

 And then.. the weekend

 put a period to the short trip,

 heralded a common chapter

 In the lives of the newly-formed ‘We’

Our fondness for travel,

Drove us to places,

Thrust us onto single sheet

& carved our footsteps

Onto numerous new streets

Hand in hand, arms in arms,

we walked , we slept,

together for miles and miles

Then how did I underestimate

The cause of a thousand smiles?

Oh baby,

you were quick to realize

that this was not the style

Of something deemed friendship

Indeed it was far more

A rare diamond in the store

Only I was too late to understand

That If I don’t take a stand

I’d let you become a distant star.

Now as your wedding,

Initiates a long new story,

Leaves me behind in the old pages,

I do hope that they not become yellow

I do hope that you revisit them from time to time

I only hope that you think of me sometime…