She was a hill top;
I was a foothill.
What a rollercoaster ride!
She was not my cup of tea;
I was not her filter coffee.
What stirred our little hearts?
She was a lightning flash;
I was a wild forest.
Did she set my youth on fire?
She was a Saffron Princess;
I was merely a Wayfarer.
How long am I sentenced in love?
She was an action sequence;
I was a musical play.
What climax awaits this show?
She was my prayer; No!
I was not her wish fulfilment.
Whose plea would the gods pay heed?
She was my harsh truth;
I was her beautiful lie.
Are we a work of fiction?
She was my eyes;
I was her tears.
Is this how it ends, without a bye?
She was the Cross;
I was the Christ.
Whose sins are we bearing?
Sarva
