How does it feel, to watch your dreams being splintered ?
Well, I didn\'t know
I was, but only a boy of 18
Worried about the world? Never had been!
Knew nothing about love,
Knew nothing about hate,
Jealousy and evil, what were they?
The kid grew up
Not a kid anymore.
I heard those lads saying, \"Why can\'t I have one more?\"
For they said, a mountain looks beautiful
When it gazes at the reflection on river, a pure symmetry!
And no dove can live, without the shade of its tree.
I turned to ask the question
Flustered on their thoughts
Why does one need someone
To tie their knots?
I had my friends, the fillers of my void,
I had everything
I ever wished till tonight
God smiled at my conception,
Sent her to break my assumption
I was firm of it,
I had my path,
I had my sun,
I had my goal,
And was ready to chase it through the hell
Even if the drape of clean darkness fell.
But I was wrong
I was lost, in my aspirations
To defy the God
To prove my worth
But you see,
I became the very being
I despised so greatly.
I Saw her occasionally
Not aware of what the tingle that rang deep inside meant
Vibrations of that tingle
Resonated all the way to my heart
Why? I\'m a man, not a puppet to begin with!
Why am I still unable to feel it?
Days passed,
So did the resonance
Thinking of her, made my heart dance
Forgetting her was like getting slashed in half!
Water always calms the fire
But is destined to never be close to each other.
Her thoughts made me crazy
The aftermaths made me insane
However I can\'t stop thinking about her
I was burning deep inside
Lost in the abyss
Like a fallen leaf in the sea
And a lark lost in the mist.
Writing a poem? Never ever thought of it.
But her presence made me realise
None express thee feelings better than the words you write
To the part where I knew, I can not be together
Later or sooner
I sat down to write her name on the sand of the beach
Waves came, washed them away
The slow voices of the soul,
Took a leap
Although knowing nothing it can reap.
She was never mine, never will be
But still in envy I sigh.
When she cries, it\'s my sorrow
In gratitude, I deep down bow
For me, she was my past, she is my present, and she will be my tomorrow.
Every little imperfections
Seemed perfect
I wanted her to adore the way
No one ever did
Maybe it was
What they call the first love
Even before I could realise, I was out of the circle.
Never having known how it feels,
To embrace the one you adore
To make them smile with your thoughts.
I remember,
The first day I met her,
The first time I wrote about her,
The first time I fell in love with her,
The first time I saw, the reflection of hers,
In my reflection.
Never been aware of how complex these bonds could be
Even the thoughts of severing them seems crucifying to me.
They say you are still too young for this
Unaware of what cruelty the world has to gift thee.
The world may be cruel, but it is also lovable,
For the one who made it possible, I never wanted to let her go
I just wanted to change, the way the things have been
Didn\'t want to see it end, the way it was going
But I was a no one, capable of nothing
Nothing but to accept, the truth of mine
The acceptance of fate, all that I could see.
Ships may meet in the sea some day,
But how a vagabond hold onto his angel, When she has flown so far away?
I wonder, will she ever know, how much she meant to a single person?
The impact she made in someone\'s life, will she ever know?
Paths are different,
The visitors uneven.
I knew I had to move ahead,
For the better parts I\'ve always got through
But it\'s quite an irony,
Whenever I wanted to recall her face, it used to be so strenuous
Now that I want to forget, they flash in my mind, a nexus!
Still I\'m thankful,
I got my friends to pull me out of the whirlpool.
To lead me the way upto my self hood
Always will be thankful to the one, who helped me get back up.
Helped me to figure the process of life,
That it doesn\'t always go the way you want it to be.
Helped me realise I\'m not a nobody, I\'ve my words, I need to fulfil them all.
I still have the joys in life
Still I hear the fluttering of the butterflies
But how the perception changed,
I question this myself
For gaining my old self
I began moving ahead on my path, just as she did on her own.
Only one thing I could never
Get back for sure
The fragment of my heart,
On her doorstep, that, which is forever begone!