He loved walking with her and so did she
They made up an odd pair but he never minded
And neither did she
To him, she was the most beautiful woman
To her, he was the second most handsome of all men
In many of their walks, she was the one who spoke
He loved listening more than liberating his thoughts
And so he listened
To each and every word, to each and every breath, to each and every chuckle of hers
He listened so attentively because it reminded him of his love
She also loved speaking to him
For each and every reaction of his to the words she spoke
Reminded her of her love
The love she had lost long ago to life..
In many of their walks, she was the one who spoke
And more often than not, she spoke about her love story
She loved speaking about it
For it gave her a chance to relive the love she had lost
He loved listening to it
For it gave him a chance to compare his love with her love
And relive his love as well
His was as lost a cause as her..
Their walk today was an extra special one
It was his birthday
"What do you want to listen to today?!" she asked him
He thought for some time, searching his memory for the story he wanted to rehear
"Tell me about the time you fought with your love for wanting a girl child" he finally said
She began the story with a smile and ended it with a tear
"I always wanted a boy because I wanted another him" she broke down
Grabbing her hand, he also shed a tear
She asked him the reason with her eyes
"I also said something similar to my girl.
I told her I wanted a girl child after our marriage because I wanted another her." he explained
She chuckled and patted his shoulder
They walked hand in hand, sheltered by the sky, in silence
"Am I as handsome as him?!" he asked her slowly and yearningly
She took a close look at him
"Not as much but close enough" and she winked
He had known the answer pretty well and he decided not to encourage her taunt
"Was your girl as pretty as me?!" she continued
"You have no idea!" he quickly responded
Her face shrunk as he faked a triumphant grin
"Why did you have to let her go?" she asked him, grabbing his hand firmer
He remained silent
"I did not." he mouthed his thoughts
"She left me, yes, but I still have not let her go"
They walked hand in hand casting shadows of love
The sun and the moon, the plant and the fruit, the God and the man
They walked hand in hand - the mother and the son
She reminded him of the love he had lost
He reminded her of the love she had lost
They identified themselves in each other's love stories
They identified each other in their own love stories
He loved walking with her and so did she
They made up an odd pair but he never minded
And neither did she...
They made up an odd pair but he never minded
And neither did she
To him, she was the most beautiful woman
To her, he was the second most handsome of all men
In many of their walks, she was the one who spoke
He loved listening more than liberating his thoughts
And so he listened
To each and every word, to each and every breath, to each and every chuckle of hers
He listened so attentively because it reminded him of his love
She also loved speaking to him
For each and every reaction of his to the words she spoke
Reminded her of her love
The love she had lost long ago to life..
In many of their walks, she was the one who spoke
And more often than not, she spoke about her love story
She loved speaking about it
For it gave her a chance to relive the love she had lost
He loved listening to it
For it gave him a chance to compare his love with her love
And relive his love as well
His was as lost a cause as her..
Their walk today was an extra special one
It was his birthday
"What do you want to listen to today?!" she asked him
He thought for some time, searching his memory for the story he wanted to rehear
"Tell me about the time you fought with your love for wanting a girl child" he finally said
She began the story with a smile and ended it with a tear
"I always wanted a boy because I wanted another him" she broke down
Grabbing her hand, he also shed a tear
She asked him the reason with her eyes
"I also said something similar to my girl.
I told her I wanted a girl child after our marriage because I wanted another her." he explained
She chuckled and patted his shoulder
They walked hand in hand, sheltered by the sky, in silence
"Am I as handsome as him?!" he asked her slowly and yearningly
She took a close look at him
"Not as much but close enough" and she winked
He had known the answer pretty well and he decided not to encourage her taunt
"Was your girl as pretty as me?!" she continued
"You have no idea!" he quickly responded
Her face shrunk as he faked a triumphant grin
"Why did you have to let her go?" she asked him, grabbing his hand firmer
He remained silent
"I did not." he mouthed his thoughts
"She left me, yes, but I still have not let her go"
They walked hand in hand casting shadows of love
The sun and the moon, the plant and the fruit, the God and the man
They walked hand in hand - the mother and the son
She reminded him of the love he had lost
He reminded her of the love she had lost
They identified themselves in each other's love stories
They identified each other in their own love stories
He loved walking with her and so did she
They made up an odd pair but he never minded
And neither did she...
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