In a preordained moment
as real as it can be

We met for the first,
nothing that I remember now,
neither I got anything new to say

nor you had a thing to ask!

The time was as ancient as
the age between us
we were just destined to meet
the way it was!


Three steps in the road
and I looked back,

standing beside the old Iron Gate

You were waving bye,

and in that passing moment,

I knew

we are living in wrong times

we have left so much behind!

Maybe,

One life is just not enough.

We shall meet and we shall depart,

with a possibility that

we’ll make it better next.