The flowers and the daggers
lay side by side, in your heart and mine
with passion and with indifference
we walked those roads together yet alone
without questions, with doubts
with vanity, without sanity.

Why shake off the dust now
and peep into the dark lanes
looking for footprints in vain.
Let those doors remain closed
for going in that road again
is not easier for you than for me;
that love rests there dead, that we
grew from strangers to strangers
is all I would know, wont you too?