when happiness prevailed, and things were all so fine,
what suddenly caused disdain,
to the extent, the heads which couldn't stay away,
looked away, not even wanting a glance,
or a chance, to set things all right?
Without any mistakes, without any words or war of words,
with last words promising me to stay forever,
what made that heart a stone, which couldn't be melted
with tears nor burnt with fire
And all which remained were memories, and wonders
as to what might have happened,
as to what cannot ever happen again,
and wishing, if only things could get back to what they were,
and wondering, whether was I was the only one in love?
If only, life were a series of question-and-answers,
yet alas, life is a weak child, who leaves it up to us
to forget and move on...
