The First Time We Fought...

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 I still remember the first time we had fought...

A battle it was,

Between a restless heart and a stubborn mind.

And we fought...

Just like those dark angry clouds, growling with rage

Mad with anger...mad with pain.

Mad with the betrayal, that never even existed, we fought...

Like the merciless monsoon rains.


We fought....

Like we had never mattered to each other.

We fought the war of wounded egos,

We fought, to be proven right.

We fought,

Like we never cared.

Like we were never scared of losing each other.

Like love was just a word, so easy to erase,

And letting go wouldn't break our hearts.

We fought, like we wanted to end,

Whatever we had, between you and me.

I still remember the words, that we had shouted out loud,

Not wanting to mean even one of them.

I still remember the pain,

That had stabbed us like glass knives...

And the pride, that didn't even let us shed a tear.


How silly it now seems, all of a sudden...

That rainy day...those hurtful words,

And the urge to win the battle against 'us'.

I still remember the first time we had fought...

The first time, we were scared of drifting apart...

And how we had clenched on to each other 

Amidst the darkness that held us apart.

We fought, and we held on

Disillusioned between love and doubt...

Not wanting to stay.

Not wanting to leave.

Too tired to scream.

Too stubborn to stop.


Then, as the sky calmed down...

As the downpour came to rest....

As the raging wild storm slowly dissolved into the fading grey clouds...

The sun let out a hazy smile.

I still remember, the first time we had fought...

The first time, we both stood defeated by Love.

I still remember, the first time, 

We had won over ourselves...











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