Your Story

It was deep into the month
of May
in the sweltering heat of Mumbai,
I remember how it took my
mind two hours to travel a
distance of fifteen minutes,
And how, at the end of it
The joy stayed with me for
the rest of my life.
It was deep into the month
of May
in the sweltering heat of
Mumbai, when
You had opened the door and moved behind it
whispering sweet nothings
For me to find you for one
Last time.

After that day
We never met again,
And the stilled air and
it's quietness since then,
till now, have told two
stories,
One that of you whom I knew
and the other that of you,
Always unknown!
The stories built around us
Was your story
The story built around me
Was your story.
Since
with me, you wrote it alone
And now without you
I don't have a story!