Is it bad luck?
Or is it timing?
Or the fault in our stars,
That ain't aligning?

Is it distance?
Or destiny's nasty hands?
Oh God, was it too much,
All that I was asking?

When someone calls me,
By my name, now,
It feels so revolting,
It's not the same now.

When someone mocks me,
Where's your twin flame now?
I answer while retorting,
That God's at the blame now!

The harder I'm working, the more it keeps hurting,
It seems I'm out of calls for help.
Witnessing this ruined scape, I stand without blinking,
This is what I'm telling myself.

Maybe the next life,
I'll get another chance.
Maybe the next time,
Things will work as planned.

I would be hers, She would be mine.
Maybe for once, our stars will align.
There won't be fears, there won't be crying,
Maybe for once, our souls will intertwine.

Maybe I'm crazy, for being an optimist.
Caught in a daydream, maybe a fool's shit.
But I'll hold it, this hope that the door will reopen,
Someday she'll call me, Might take years, seven or eleven.

And until it happens, though the wait seems endless,
As I speak my heart out, lying on my mattress.
Eyes feeling a little hopeless, and arms homesick.
and all I can do is tell myself.

Maybe the next life,
We'll become one again.
Maybe the next time,
There'll be happy rains.

My hand in hers,
And hers in mine.
I'll switch the sun off,
And let her eyes shine.

Maybe the next life,
She won't slip through my hands.
Maybe the next time,
Tightly, I'll hold the strands.

© Karthik Chyawan