It was the monsoon 2009, the first time we met online
She gave me a reason to see the sunshine
Then we met face to face as I fell off the grace
With a forlorn heart I joined the rat race
Days went by and so did the nights
Weeks began to wane with no hope in sight
I stood by the storm and coped with the pain
Like a suffering sacred soul yearning for the rain
Her searching eyes, restless soul
And the softness in her silence drove me to the goal
I read between the lines each time she whined
Till she held back herself past the Valentine’s
Was it just a romantic humor or the cruelest one?
Dare I ask her wisdom for quashing my plans!
Life without her presence seems too hard
Funny, my heart still says she isn’t that bad
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