There once was a girl who knew nothing about love,
and a boy who thought knew all.
Their friendship lied somewhere between, I-don't-care-what-you-do and I-can't-live-without-your-call.

So, Like every love story,
there's got to be some tragedy?
Someone fell out of love or
someone thought there stars aligned in disparity?

Let me tell you dear,
there lies a blank space;
for the only vicissitude that lied,
was the endless love we never gave.

Waited, As you wait for a train;
Both in belief, one must have already left;
Still as drought, hope for the rain,
A lover's lone, a hearty theft.

And one day, the wait was over,
There was no cloudy nights.
There seemed no fault in the stars,
and all the pencils seem as sharp as a knife.

But there's got to be some tragedy?
Are we there yet, oh! writer.
Perhaps, there was no sorrow,
As the marks left by both the lovers,
left a white page, whiter.

© Supriya Baranwal