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*It doesn't really require any title



Twelve years later,

We will meet again...

In the same location,

Where it all had ended.


My first love will be having his sweet daughter in his arms,

He will be holding his wife's hand affectionately.


My first best friend will be changed completely,

The short tempered girl will be transformed into a matured one.


The front benchers will be flattering about their success,

The last benchers will continue to behave like old times despite their achievements.


The famous couple of our class will not be together anymore,

One of them will move on while the other one will always try to live with their golden memories.


And there will be me standing at the corner,

Seeing everything and everyone to change,

With my eyes full of tears and,

My heart full of regrets.


Regret of not confessing my love ever.

Regret of not holding on to my best friend.

Regret of never being social enough,

To make friends.


And, in our classroom,

The benches will have the doodles on them.

The walls will have nonsense written all over.

The blackboard will have endless tales to share.

The uniform will have the names scribbled on with pens.


Inspite of everything being just like old times,

We, won't be the same...


Twelve years later,

We all will meet again.

Not as our present versions,

But as our destined versions...


@_arushmita _


Not the best one but this one is a piece written all by my heart...






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