The Stipulated Paramount

Crowds, sounds, loneliness still hounds,

Over conversation rounds...

Let's stroll through little paper towns,

Rewind our memories- let them bounce...

Vibrant city life yet muted sounds

We could make it beyond these bounds-

The stipulated paramount.

Recall those days when in doubt

How on trifle matters, we used to shout aloud.

We fought- such an innocent fallout.

We surfed through crests of love 

And troughs of chance

We were novices, perchance.

Now that all these years passed by,

I realised, all along I was your stand-by.

I sealed those wounds and promised never to cry

All that I did to myself was lie.

When there were none, it was just me

Suddenly the solitude turned me lonely.

Now when people talk around,

I disappear, nowhere to be found.

Crowds, sounds, loneliness still hounds,

Over conversation rounds...

Let's stroll through little paper towns,

Rewind our memories- let them bounce...