At 8, he sat on the station again,
In the hope that she might catch the same train
Wherever I go, they trail behind.
She looked at him for comfort,
He casually commented, “you could have…”
She wondered, “Wouldn’t I do it, if I could have?”
The ship has drownedAnd so is the treasure.
Look,
The abyss is jealousI am still afloat..
He promised to be with her through thick and thin..
And one fine day…
An oil lamp burning at his home’s doorway.It can’t be seen from him.It has gone tarnished in the city’s dazzle.
She shouldn’t be ashamed of not fulfilling her promises.
Whenever she faces a mirror.
Neither anyone residing in it,
Nor it could be sold to anyone.
My heart has now become like a tattered house.
All those are narrated to you are not true stories.
But there are some which are definitely true.
And she once turned and looked at him.
