A 'Love'ly Story

A ‘Love’ly Story

Well, there's a story that needs to be told,
Yeah, the same conventional one.

About a boy and a girl,
with a slight twist in the tale.

He saw her.
She saw him.

She remembered faces,
he didn't.

He stole glances,
she overlooked.

Later, they sat together,
for every class,
for several meals,
for gossips, stories,
songs and music.


He was a dreamer,
a singer, a poet,
popular, yet envied.

She was a practical mess,
a wreck, a child,
despised, yet desired.

With the world at their feet,
the wind breezing melody into the ears,
the sky exhibiting all the lovely songs.

Madness prevailed
when the count was two,

Where every conversation was an anagram,
every compliment a metaphor,
every mood evoked an emoticon.

Trust was an understatement
thoughts were untamed,

wishes were the wings of an albatross,
smooth, feathered and plenty.

But it didn't seem like the end,
when they waved their final goodbyes.

The pages were left unnumbered,
She couldn't keep a count,
he didn't want to remind her.

But no one could concur,
that it was longing from a different life,
which kept them going.

That no one could predict,
their lives were mapped to one another.
Carved on a stone,
the traces of which couldn't be found.

That no one could imagine,
what the future held for them.

But all they hoped to
keep the spontaneity,
not togetherness,
but an undefined spirit,
tied together in time,
ticking till the end of life.