i knock at your door once again, only to realise you have turned me into a stranger---i, who am now just supposed to stand at your door step...talk a while and leave before i freeze to death from the stabbing cold..
the chilly breeze outside has turned uncomfortably numbing but nothing can beat the winter in your voice..
as i turn away from your doorstep, the cold air of indifference stays with me, directing me slowly and steadily towards a different frame..
...a canvas full of pastel shades where i can feel the warmth of the sun shine over my shoulder...
with no excuse to give and no reason to rely on, i am feeling pushed--pushed away from one picture and pushed into another, ironically at the same time..by the same person..
with everything between us
and for all it has cost us and for all it is worth, i can only hope that you and me are happy--atleast in the end!!