Words

It was like a fair

With people everywhere

And that’s where we met.

We got in touch through

A few words that you sent to me,

A few words that I sent to you

That you read.

Few experiences that we shared,

Some poetries and poems in

A few words that you sent to me,

A few words that I sent to you

That you read.

We never knew when exactly

Love tiptoed into those words.

Enchantment filled

A few words that you sent to me,

A few words that I sent to you

That you read.

And so began those sleepless nights

Of rousing feelings and desires.

The heart was lured by

A few words that you sent to me,

A few words that I sent to you

That you read.

Then as time passed by

Don’t know what happened ...

Maybe it was just an intoxication

That slowly lost its high in

A few words that you sent to me,

A few words that I sent to you

That you read.

You said you were busy

And I too started making excuses.

Mere formalities were contained in

A few words that you sent to me,

A few words that I sent to you

That you read.

And then I came to know

That the words were still as they were.

Only they were written by you to someone else

But not to me.

What use would it be to lament now?

For all the words that we sent to each other

You had only read them.

While I ...

I had felt them.