Is this moment is called cruelty of time?
Is those unknowing words are called game of fate?
Is the distance going to write new title?
Is those words are bringing bitter smile on her face?
I swear....
This is the moment where words compete with the hearts rate.
This is the moment at which she falls to the moons sight.
This is the moment when sun speaks & when the words turn weak.
This is the moment when she blame love
This is the moment when her tears turn slow.
This is the moment when the fear muster up
But she just got up.
Why do the fate is playing a game with me?
Why do the past follow my grieve?
Why are those memories haunting me ?
Why my mulberries are tasting bitter to me?
At different nations,
With different passion,
Looking deeply into eyes
Without meeting them thrice.
She saw your heart,
She believes your words,
She gave her part,
To the screaming bird.
But you haven't saw her cry.
Her weeps eventually turned dry.
Presents helped her to forget her past,
And those shattered memory ever last.

- Shada Taj