A chapter which started a few years ago,
Has not ended yet.
Found the missing ‘hero’.
No, there’s no Romeo,
It’s all about my Juliet.
The finest memory we have created
I don’t have an evidence of it.
But it’s still fresh and every time I reminisce it
Nostalgia takes over me
Bit by bit.
Your strange comfort in discomfort,
Has always made me wonder about you.
How do you manage to be always so beautiful and full of laughter?
Do you take medicines?
Or you are hiding something about which I don’t have a clue.
Calling you a friend
Feels like an insult to our relation
It resembles perfidy, an awkward jolt and betrayal.
You are a sister from another mother
And almighty’s unusual creation.