Maybe. Maybe not.

When my thoughts were shadowed by clouds,

You were there to put me out of my doubts.

You loved me,

You put me out of my miseries,

Then left, Unspoken.

So that I can drown,

Deep in the ocean of misery,

Of which you had pulled me out?

Don’t consider this a whine,

I thought you were mine, you were supposed to be my sunshine,

But you burned me to the core of my heart, like you were flames of hell.

But don’t worry, I’ll be fine.

Maybe one day I’ll shine,

Maybe one day you’ll be mine.

Maybe,

This is what I incline.

-Abhishek Gupta