I thought you have forgotten me like that history of school textbooks.
I thought everything was soothing,
where neither me or you were dipped into this ocean of love.
Isn't it peculiar?
Once trust broken is broken,
No matter how hard one tries to recover from past scars, applying creams.
No matter how hard I'll try to love you,
but once you disappear,
my love will also disappear along with it,
like those dandelions high in the sky.
It will never settle in someone's heart,
It will just keep flying like those kites in the sky.
It'll will just keep lying to the soul that,
'One day his soul will arrive to meet yours.'
One day his soul will arrive to meet yours.'


© Aarti