She wore an orange shirt
And a pair of denim jeans
She looked as beautiful
As she had always been
She carried the baggage
Of my love
And memories
Didn’t know what to say
When she was going to leave..

She stood by the airport
Waiving at me
Her eyes said she loves me
And I thought I would cry
Couldn’t hold back the tears
But they don’t listen to me
Keep coming and again
As if it’s nothing
More than monsoon rains…


She held my hand
And I felt the warmth
Flowing through my veins
Or was it love
This was insane
Her eyes shone like twilight
Or was she crying
Couldn’t make the difference
‘Coz she’s beautiful to me

She stood by the airport
Waiving to me
Boy, was I dying
Or was it just a fantasy
It can’t be for real
I must be dreaming

Came home that night
Couldn’t believe it happened
With so much speed
I knew she was going
But couldn’t face the reality
Next morn I woke up
Waited for her to beep
To say, shantanu
Breakfast, ready??
The call never came
As she was gone
And I knew it for sure
I got up from my bed
Love struck with memories..