Is it only me who dreamed
Of the perfect picture
And never could get in the frame
I had bridged the gaps of my life
Between the future and the past
Blood stains on the rope
Bullet holes on the wood
I couldn't cross an inch away form her
But i had to travel yet a mile
I dragged along the windy path
Holding on to the final threads of my life
The bullet wound in my knee did hurt
As i finally stood up on the other end
The faded memories followed in haste ..
My outstretched hand
Didn't save them this time
Rather cut the ropes
With the same knife
She drove in me
When all the memories cascaded,
When all the smiles faded,
When it was all over,
Was it only me
Who was left crying!!
