To a boy in high school ,
there's nothing that defines cool.
Me like the salt,
could dissolve in any thing.
No one to care for , I was my own king.
A Boy loved by all.
Friends , family and soccer ,
in studies , before the topper .
Things I lived for included these all.
But life is both rise and fall
A day I remember when everything changed ,
things I lived for , expanded their range.
For a boy like me it was - STRANGE!
A face , a smile ,
that grace , that style.
My all busy life , paused for a while.
The moment that girl stepped in my life
Hands of clock went on and on ,
me with her from dusk till dawn.
Chatted ,texted and what not.
She meant to me my entire world.
Like a bunch of happiness ,
At me was hurled.
Holding hands and sitting together ,
School or home for us never mattered.
Gifts , chocolates and thousands of verses ,
google deluged with romantic searches.
Wanted to make her feel special,
Came up with new tricks and methods.
Cause I loved her so much , no length can measure.
And then came that gloomy day.
Flowers I got , roses were they.
And I remember how she denied in the rudest way,
For me still she looked , both cute and naive.
Her words - "I m not the one for you",
just came and struck me out of the blues.
"You will find someone someday" she paused and then continued to say.
Oh ! how badly I wanted her to stay ,
but my tongue and words failed me that day.
Mouth was dry but cheeks were wet,
But pride in me wasn't done yet.
I don't know from where and why I spoke,
"Ok! Then leave ",
Ah! I still regret those.
She stood up and waved,
And there she walked away.
A strange silence followed ,
Whatever happened just now,
was so hard to be swallowed.
Tears rolled , so did that rose,
on the same cold bench ,
where I had proposed.
Much like me attending a funeral ,
Of me that died for being amiable!
Anyway, I walked home that night,
played sad songs , and turned off the lights.
Thinking what might have went wrong
And only if I could turn things right.
Hands of clock again went on
Took me to places and people unknown
Made many friends but my core is alone.
Hoping someday , someone , somewhere,
Will pick the flowers from my stone,
and stare at my amiable side.
With love , love and nothing besides.....
