Them!

They walked together
On the dream-tinted footpath.

He,with his feet strong in the present,
trying hard not to get carried away,
by the lustrous pull of the future.

She,still strangled in her past,
trying hard, to get herself in to the present;
his present was her future.

Thier shadows,
painted by destiny on the dream colored canvas
spread out by the murmuring streetlights;
didn't meet,
As if they are same poles of a magnet.

Their shadows never kissed,never hugged.
For they were from the future,
reluctant to get hurt.

Ah! What a night! ,
Exclaimed his shadow
The moments will be memories soon.