We...

We,
met without an introduction
talked without any preparation
left without a decision
separated without a discussion…


I,
am a loner in the cold
with eyes blindfold
with body still bold
with pride unsold
with hopes I still hold…


You,
helplessly hear
the careless whisper
of the ones you dear
wishing you are near
to make things clear…


They,
are those without emotions
said ‘love is not a tradition
for life is full of temptations
so forget all the commitments
and live with our judgment…


We,
no matter how they appear
our faces they smear
our hearts the tear
we have no fear
as we wonder
of the future
that is still unclear…


And now,
rules are implement
no continuation
no devotion
leaving us with no option
and self opinion
and without a relation…