All will eventually wither away with time.
The sunsets when we met,
the dark nights we wept.
The distances that caused pain,
flooded Kolkata streets of monsoon rain.
Everything would burn with an ember glow.
Only the dreams where we used to meet will remain etched in eternity.

Everything will face a life of slow decay.
The houses we built on the empty beach,
the stars that seemed so close but always out of reach.
The islands where we promised to elope,
the wild orchids hanging on the Himalayan slope.
All of you and all of me will drown in the vastness of silence.
Only the promises we made on desolate nights will inspire future lovers.