If only one day,
their worlds could meet,
just halfway.

She would outplay,
the distance rest,
blaming the roads,
led her astray.

But only if,
they could meet,
just halfway.

Some say the glass is half full and blush,
Some say it’s half empty and sink,
I feel you are in the midst of,
reaching out for another awesome drink!

This life is quite a rave- few heartaches, some long waits, altering faiths & breaking cliches!

I don’t have any fancy story,
about the way we fell in love.
It was that one awkward move,
and the next I remember,
I was looking at you.

There is now a distance,
pressing quite persistent,
May be only inches apart,
but as if an artery is blocked.

There now seem some secrets,
a word which was earlier so needless.
May be they now laugh so less,
and even in summers,
the air between them feels dense.

Who connects? Who neglects?
Barely matters when you are no more friends.

Not all doors open in the same direction and with the same effort!