We came close.. yet our distances never reduced. Our story remained incomplete…
It’s not necessary for the earth to always meet the sky.. True love does not always reach its destination.
There was light and colours – when you were close to me.
This world was my heaven.
And you wrote something like my name in the sand of time.
If there are only heavens here – why can’t I see you?
The moon, the sun.. I see everything here. I have been waiting here for you to appear.. why is our story still so incomplete?