Unfinished talk...

You see the smile, the effervescent laugh
the warmth of a hundred hearts
and miss the mist behind the eyes

You see the showers of love, in the arms of beautiful people
having the pleasures of life
not the longing of the fire crushed within

You see the pride, the unflinching confidence
the arrogance of unwavering faith
but miss the heart’s childlike innocence

Sometimes, it is too late
to look back and start afresh…
The moment no more awaits
another chance to express
the words that is now lost…

So many missed glances
of warmth and love
So many stories of lost chances
of thawing the coldest vibe
and lost is the ground for truce

And here we are
like rivers moving in different direction
starting from the same mountain
reaching for the same sea
but never to mingle together as one…