Sometimes it happens,
all the good things I had till yesterday,
today most of them are lost,
and I have reasons to believe,
rest will be gone by tomorrow;
and then I will be left with,
memoirs of happiness,
and reality of sorrow.

I know,
I have come to this cross-road before,
I have taken this poison before;
but this is the first and the last time,
for my heart to this much sore.

This was one thing,
I used to boast of,
I was gifted with;
about this concept of life,
I thought, I know, I understand;
but if it is gone, it is gone,
I will just wait for the tide to make a comeback,
till then, I will burn like sand.

When gone, I will wonder,
do they think about me, like I do,
do they ever remember me,
do they tales got me in them,
or it is just me who is a fool;
and why should they ever think of me,
what good I did to them,
they must have known millions like me,
for them I am just another stranger,
passing bye in the road of life,
just another fish,
in the deep deep silent and sad sea.