One Stop Destination

Is this love or just a phase? Are you real or just a face? Are you here to have fun and go away? Or are you here for life, to stay? I am scared 'cause it is all so surreal, I am afraid, to express what I feel. I don't want my heart broken again, I am yet to get over past pain. Will you be my shade and my sun? Are you really, truly the one? Tell me love, are you here to stay? Or will you have fun and go away? Love is not love if it tends to rust, And hearts break if there is no trust. So, do love me if you must, Let it be love alone and not lust.

I still clearly remember the day I had met a pair of eyes. Those images are vivid and deeply etched onto my mind. It was a sunny morning with the summer sun right overhead. I was busy running around in search of my documents. Suddenly I heard someone call out my name. I stopped. The voice sounded familiar. I turned. There they were a pair of eyes I had last met three years ago. Back then, their smiles used to match their facial counterpart. On that day, they lacked shine and met me with stoic silence. A quick exchange of pleasantries and we parted ways. Next time I saw them was two days later. It was the first day of college and I had already started feeling like a rebellious child. I looked around and saw everybody indulging in animated conversation with people they knew. Well, almost everybody except one. I saw a pair of eyes scanning the room observing the occupants. However, the moment they met my gaze they paused. For a split second I thought I had noticed a tiny gle