A Chance…



From the sound of the rain, till the smell of the sand..

I stay awaken, just to get a glance through her lens..

You have no clue, where does she resides..

Is it the heart, or the mind?

Let me play with you once, I told her once in my life..

But I never thought, she would take it as a factitious lie..

Things starts and pass by, similar to seasons through which I abide..

Her presence was like the monsoon, which I do not prefer personally by side..

But sometimes we give chances to those moves, which make us think – Was I missing the glimpse of life..

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