It’s easy to walk out into the cold,
if only I would no more long for your warmth.
It’s easy to leave behind
what pains is when the tears come out
and what tire is the constant remembrance.
Such a joy to see you be happy
but i’m not sure if you may want me to look.
Was, then and still
Basking in the hope
“Nothing began and hence nothing ended”
thats what you said…
the wait for the hope is yet to be endured
but often your name comes into mind
when, now, I remind self of matters pertaining to heart
fine, lets call it an incident
I will practice to look over and yonder
around, as I am now
I shall try and be gone….
but while I am in between
no guilt be charged on me
if I do roam around with you in mind
coz its easy to give up, what is hard is to let go………