The Creator's Masterplan

One day, even this enchanting me will no longer please you.
The poetry that my kohl-rimmed eyes once coaxed from you — all those verses will taste stale to you then.
Even this mysterious, tempestuous body of mine that stirs you today will hold no pull for you anymore.
The sudden tears that spring to your eyes when you think of me — those too will cease.
One day you'll simply stop sending those "Good morning" messages.
My photographs in sarees will no longer have the power to intoxicate you after a certain time.
Even my fierce love — you'll learn to dismiss that too, perfectly well.
When my heart breaks, you won't even write "sorry" anymore for that imaginary guilt of not being able to stay beside me.

Why? Because according to the Creator's master plan, our story of sailing the seas together ends right here.