So many things went by
As the time passed by
We moved to different directions
In search of our perfection
I moved a step ahead
You left my one hand
You took next step
I left your other hand
In this way we moved along
Looking for our own song
Never realised what we did
We planted that magic seeds
By the time a plant came out
We had already broke up
It was waiting for its owner
We had lost our phone number
Everytime the phone ring
All the empty calls we pick
We look at that snapshot
And cry for the broken pot
Somewhere in the middle
Comes the life riddle
We pretend to be pleased
Our emotions remains unreleased
Never thought the way it would be
Always imagined how it should be
Walking with heavy eyes
And heart full of cries
Any how we accommodate a fake smile
On own face that goes on for a while
Returning to those days in mind
We forget all the pain inside
We still want to make
Our hearts to be free
Yet waiting for one another
Apologies that comes
Something remains incomplete
No matter how long it has been
Or someday they might get complete
No matter how far you’ve been.
Toshi Matsung Jamir
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