Stopped

And then i stopped
Thinking about her
With my eyes wet
And heavy heart
And a little blur sight
Blur because
I used the clearest glass
The clearest glass
With filthiest vision
The vision which was not required for the mission
And then.... i stopped thinking about her
Because all the faults were mine
It was my paint which lost the shine
I stood empty handed
I stood guilty headed
I had nothing to gain
I had plenty of pain
The rain was showering
The moon had its lighting
Too rare to see
And then...
I stopped thinking about her
With a hope she would return
With a hope she would see
The change in me and my situations
The change which required years of preparation
But i had learnt all this in few mins
And then i stopped thinking about her.