Melancholy

Many moons ago she was my friend. Those were days when we used to laugh for no reason, talk not giving a damn to the ticking clock, share our over-stretched silence and burst out our frustrations whenever we want.

But then one day, the wind changed its direction and we had to part. Our hopes that germinated under the same sky relinquished before the sun-burnt reality. We were deeply dismayed as we saw our friendship melting away. For the first time we could listen to the sound of the clock loud and clear.

Time raced and we could not swim against its waves. We ended up in benighted lands where we are lonely amidst the crowd. In the dying moonlight we stand like two islands, oceans apart. Our existences wrapped in grim solitude.