On that cold winter night
in a restaurant with dim light
we met, we shared and we left.
There was no spark
and there was no lightning
Yet there was a flash
but just a photo flash.
Everything looked normal
I thought I would never gamble
but I was wrong.
From then,
I had slowly transpired
and got used to being with you.
I had slowly acquired
the habit of looking forward to you.
Small talks and bed time stories
all were done with lots of ease.
You came, you saw and you conquered.
I am yet to recover.
You bought me a ticket for a game
but before I could claim
you threw the ticket on to the flame.
I am not sure what was your aim
But I am no more the same
Here I'm still thinking about the game.
Now, this is my
---- To Be disContinued -----
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