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May 10, 2009

Nostalgia - A Poem

I hurt her a few times

Lied to her many a times

In the beginning, had a crush on her

She looked beautiful to my eyes

Startled by her  flawless complexion

Awestruck by her facial expressions and enigma

Met her and glanced at her a million times….

She seemed always the same

The naughty and mysterious look in her eyes

Imagined herself to be an arrogant girl

Dreaming that courting her would be tougher than climbing the Himalayas

Tried to gain her acquaintance

But she wasn’t rude

She seemed down to earth and broke the shackles

Tried probing into her personal life

We started messaging more than a 100 times a day

All that started as a cute play

Then one fine day,

My mind got stuck and confused?

I found an unconditional solace in her

It was like folding myself in warm, cozy fur

I uttered those 3 lovely words

She was surprised and I was afraid

The next day she accepted

But with a lot of hesitation and she cried

I consoled her for the 1st time

Things continued slow

Both of us in either’s thought flow

My attitude slowly changed

My Ego got the better of me

She tried to make me happy

We both were young and immature

Both blushed and flushed

Before all the fighting

She was so loyal to me

She believed so much in me

I’ve even asked her if I was worth it

When the whole world was against me,

Still she stood by me

She was a great human being then

Always she will be

I didn’t realize how valuable she was

But this is the most valuable loss

We can gain anything that is material

But not someone like her who is so real

May be I took her for granted

My acts seemed being done for wanted

Look where I have landed

I ‘m actually stranded

Days are passing by

I’m losing my youthfulness

I wish all this is just a dream

When I wake up

I see her beside me

And then I dismiss my disturbing reverie

Finding solace in at least what I’ve done to reconcile

May be this is love and that is how life is!

There goes my love story…

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