I was busy finding the end of time,

I did notice you somewhere

just like the seconds notices the hours on a clock…

moving on was easier and important

as the quest for time was more tempting

you were there always and, spotted me everytime I came through

I kept wishing, you would wait for my journey to finish..

I kept promising myself, I would come back..

I did come back dear,

only to realise time increases distance too,

and you moved on…

Now,

when I sit on my expensive couch in my balcony,

holding a warm cup of tea all alone,

peeking through the sky…

I look at the morning clouds and the sun,

and tell myself, nothing has ever changed,

neither the mornings nor the seasons…

the change is only me from a normal person to an unhappy one…

Now-a-days , my dear…

My favourite past time is savouring my memories with no one to share them with….