From The Quill

Nazariyaan alag ho  Toh zarurat nahi ke koi galat ho. Perspective can be different  Not necessarily wrong. © Suranya

 We were, for a long time  Sharing everything under the sun  I didn't know it was so important  To chase people all the time;  I always wondered why I lost them  Perhaps 1 grew out of them  Or they evolved more than me. Our views changed on things;  Politics, religion, caste, creed, phobias  Things that didn't matter once  Now became relevant. Or perhaps I was selfish enough  Didn't ask, how you are?  But did you know my tears?  My fears and failures?  Before you judged my intentions? Our story is short and unexpected  It stops at an open end  I don't know whether we will talk again  Or ever see each other's face  Our bond is now like a tree in autumn  The leaves have slowly fallen  But there's still hope for spring  I keep my heart's door open  Lest you want to come home again. © Suranya