When did it all start?
Well I never kept track,
It just happened,
For I, began to tremble, when I wanted to confess,
That my heart cries when your does.

Somewhere in this enormous universe,
I find peace resting on your shoulder
Somehwere in this treacherous world,
You healed my wounded heart.
I will never know what made me think so,
As now it's scarred more than it was,
It got wounded more than it could have endured.


Now, my heart cries
And, yours doesn't, as it never did.



© Ankan Acharya