And  that was the day

We were at the opposite side of the road
Waiting to cross the road

I was watching you like a shooting star
Which will be disappear even if i  blink for a second

I saw you  happily smiling
Inhaling the fragnance from the stick of flowers

Flowers ! Flowers!
Not a white not a yellow
Those flowers were red
The symbol of love

Is it today ?
Is it the day which she was anticipating?

Or what I never wanted to witnessed eventhough  I knew it !

And it was the time crossing the road

You crossed the path inching by my side without noticing two eyes were waiting to get notice by you

My world stopped

I questioned myself ; who am I to you ?

Is the answer is ‘nothing’!

No! no! no!
It cant be!
I cant take it !

Why not  me?
Why his love had to be her !

Why can't I just accept the truth
Is it because he was the one whom I was attracted or is it because. .
Because. ..
..
....

She was my sister!