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You haven’t come,
May be you would never come.
Why you have gone away?
Night is yet to be over.
Why you have gone away?
Eyes are paused,
For sleep is snatched away .
Lips are shut,
For words are suppressed by your plans.
Soul keeps waiting,
For the moment you would accept us.
A day when you would finally come,
To get what has always been yours.
But the time reversed,
And the lives were changed.
Heart stopped beating,
Waiting for you.
Wanted it only, was to be your last,
And live a relation so true.
It seems just yesterday,
I finally learnt how to speak.
And yet other day,
I learnt cycling and not to freak.
It was just yesterday,
I gave my tenth birthday treat,
Noticing a slight change in my tiny physique.
Just another morning in school,
Still fresh an evening in the near by garden and some pool.
Playing with sand and mud,
Without caring about any thug.
Dealing with my first period and pimple,
Were the most baffling things happened to me.
The only things I used to put on,
Was a little frock or a jeans with a tee.
Mascara , Liner or any touch up,
I used to have nothing.
Now, I show off like a grown up,
That’s another thing.
In those days,
There was only one hand I used to accede.
My stupid heart longs for another one,
Whom I can call mine ,
Which is there forever to stand by me.
It’s totally different,
How my dreams travelled so far.
From a toy to a wedding dress.
This journey I enjoyed,
With some cheers and some scars.
Mornings, days and nights,
Look for moments, yet to arrive.
A day with you,
Full of joy and love, is yet to survive.
In thy arms,
I long to die.
In thy eyes,
Tears want to dry.
In thy soul,
Thirst crave to liquefy.
Where even death cannot scare me off from you.
Where nothing else matters except love that is so true.
Have waited this long,
Can wait even more.
Will wait till you show,
And prove everything else wrong.
Mere walking the path is not going to help.
You got to suffer through the misery like they did.
You think you can simply dwell in happiness,
Without persevering on for things which you and me always forbid.
Suffering might be just a word for fools like you and me,
But it defines a whole different story.
It is the suffering which makes them what you see in front of you.
Suffering builds the character and creates a legend out of the blue!
Their characters tell the story,
Of how they have suffered and suffered again.
How they erected themselves, and ruled in their own domains.
Thus, spatted in the face of what you call fate or destiny,
For they wrote theirs on their own,
And are declared legendary!