We both hope against hope to get to each other. We both hope that our hands get in touch of each other. We both put our bets on a probable accident.
In the process, you, in desperation of reaching out to the person of your dream, and hoping you reached him/her, grab the finger tight whoever you come across in the dark.
You realize, after many ups and downs…after many heart-breaks, standing on the lifeless body of your dream…that you both are criminals. You shattered somebody’s life. Your friend, whom you mistook for your friend, raped your innocence. You both played with each other, in a cruel play of gladiators, in which you bet your lives.
But, there is no right or wrong in this world. Both are two faces of the same coin. You wipe one face, saying it wrong…you reduce the currency to a valueless metal.
You know it very well, there is only yourself to blame. You failed because you both acted your own way.
But I still stretch my hands in dark…sometimes… I pull it back. Again I put it in the auction. I love to beg, begging is divine.
You should be fair to beggars too. You should not give him one-face-wiped out coin.
Who says beggars cannot be choosers? I love to collect metals. I choose to throw them away.