The Untold

Neither he said anything, nor I heard,

And without anything, how it could begin,

Either I should stop him or he should stay..,

And without any meeting, it couldn't be understandable,

I remember that day when we talked first,

That madness, that stupidity which 

We used to do together,

I remember that "condition" for which I 

Asked for before..,

And he's always kept his words, I r

Remember it too...,

I could never tell him,

What he's for me...

I couldn't tell him what I've felt for him,

From strangers to best friends, from best 

Friends to strangers again..,

Ah! What a painful journey and what I

Bear for it....,

We became friends because of his will.

We would be strangers again. It's mine 

Thought,

But,

In the midst of all these,

I feel pain too,

Still waiting and waiting for him

Every time and every moment....,