On the other end stood they.

While I stood at one end of the railing

On the other end stood they.

His hands clutched to hers, and his heart pondering

He watched her tears making way.

      I knew not what he was to her,

      It seemed he lived in a blur.

      But all that she meant to him was the world;

      Around her, his universe twirled.

      He gazed deep, in to her eyes;

     He knew, his penchant hug would suffice.

 He whispered a word, or two under her ears;

She broke in to a smile and gave away her fears.

      I was amazed, I was astound.

     I was bewildered, I wondered alone;

    For they were happy and its reason was found.

While I stood at one end of the railing

On the other end stood they.

He brushed her hair off her forehead,

And then they walked away.

They were’nt strangers to me,

Nor was I to them.

I knew all how much he loved her,

As much as he could never make her stay.

He held on to every tiny memory,

He felt handcuffed, the broken dreams that lay.

       I looked through the thin air, to see his pain;

      I cried, I fought, I argued in vein.

     For, he was the mystery man;

   That I was falling for, though miles I ran.

While I stood at one end of the railing,

On the other end stood they.

This was the funniest of games fate had played;

And I watched in dismay my wishes slip away.

For once I thought,

I’d confess;

The love I had for him, boundless.

But, how would I hold on ,

To these lose ends...

For every time I saw him,

I saw love for her that surrends.

      The cacophony of wishes, I shut them up;

      I took to silence and buckled up.

     Cause, I wanted not to complicate,

     Their lovely lives and strain their drives.

While I stood at one end of the railing,

On the other end stood they.

Life moved on like it always did,

With confusions and questions,

The only constants.

I secretly prayed, wished and fancied;

Laughed at the peculier predicaments.

I felt foolish,I felt lame,

How could I not be? For he was the mystery man!

While I stood at one end of the railing,

On the other end stood they.

             Then, I heard she fled, to a far off place.

             He failed to make her stay.

            He stood there cold, nothing he told.

He cursed his luck, his fate,

And he looked around, I smiled and said,

 ‘its never too late.’

While I stood at one end of the railing,

On the other end stood they.