My heart was red, until it became Grey.
My sun was bright, until it lost it's ray.
I watched you with my teary eyes
I could hear your whispers telling me goodbyes.
I heard our memories as a melancholy of violin
Everytime when I held the phone to dial in
Our calendar has forgotten its seasons
'you' and 'i' are the true reasons
I ran away to the door....
Sighting wet tissues lying on the floor.
My heart Is now broken to the core,
My throat has lost its thirst, and has become soar.
Now my soul has become an melted candle
Cause this pain and suffering no more I can handle.
At last we are connected through a broken bridge,
Our story is incomplete as the pen has lost its cartridge.
-anushree. A. Tayade