I have seen people together,
I have seen people drift apart.
I have seen them build life together,
I have seen them tearing each other’s life apart.
I have seen someone holding on.
I have seen others moving on.
I have known people who regret it forever.
I have heard them calling it ‘growing up’ altogether.
I don’t understand,
What people actually grow up to?
Numb souls,
Not affected by a thing?
Not crying for a loss,
Or smile for their happy life.
Such delightful beings,
Are so easily found.
People in our life,
Have become so replaceable.
Bonds are easily made, and
Also are broken with more ease.
If only ,
words could hold some values.
How can a person,
Not be with someone,
Even though ,
They once dreamed,
Of being together
Forever?
How can a person be replaced, and
Same words be spoken to,
A totally different person again.
A bundle of emotional needs ,
Sought out from some certain being.
Guess we are talking about some love thing?
If only ,
Words held some value.
If only,
Everyone could be honest with,
Words once said.
Love will find its real place.
