Perhaps as incidentally,
as the stars peep in the twilight.
Not by plan,
Oh! They were broken long back,
and put to rest.
Like I said,
without the slightest disposition.
Putting thoughts into the abandoned mind,
and leading into a crazy purpose,
not my plan,
but by the mere accident of it all.
It was timed oh so perfectly,
that I'd like to believe,
it was meant to be.
Its afore-math hardly matters,
It seems so distant, so blurry,
All I know,
is the last one year,
and the love it has shown to be.
The emotion that is sporadically spoken about, but always existent underneath.
That is what you are to me.
P.S. The image is taken from a very cute website www.cardboardlove.com with the images as personal and as real they can be. The images, put ideas into my head, like this image just did. Stop, now!