Some people walk in your life.
One or two,
Physically or virtually become part of routine.
In a short span start imbibing in your memories,
And penetrate into your little beautiful world.
At times a confusion arises.
You feel you've got something to tell.
And you know? You just can't.
It's like this,
You want to tell it. Also don't want to. You try to give clues but yet,
Not satisfied, that she haven't got you.
And one fine evening you decide,
'I'm gonna tell, let the world burn'
But again your courage gets shattered.
Many give words to these paradoxes,
I couldn't name it,
May be don't want to.
I don't wanna name it as friendship,
Nor confine it as love.
Thought it's something beyond,
And just choose to let it go.
