different stations in the journey of life ..

I saw you in the crowd

You were singing happy and aloud

I could only notice that you've moved on in your life

forcing me to drop my dreams of ,some day being your wife

The bus in which I was sitting, moved too fast

and hence just those few glimpses of you,in my memory, would last

my heart felt that I should get down and come to you forever

but , what if you choose to not recognize me ? For now or ever ...?

I sat there feeling numb ,indifferent to the movements around 

I wished someone would console me ,saying ,in life-what goes,comes around ..

but the bus was filled with strangers now ..

the strange part is that they felt more familiar to me than you , my love ...

Maybe this is how life is , I thought , looking at the sun

that while few enter your life with a reason ,the others last only a season 

and while I sat there cherishing you for that one last time

my stop arrived and that is where I had to stop my rhyme ...