It's about unexpressed feelings,
love for your family seems immaterial,
but it is about wants and needs,
sometimes selfish, sometimes greedy.
Stand by Me is the song,
that comes to mind,when I think of them.
The father reminds you of your worldly duties.
The mother loves you unconditionally.
The brother teaches you
all about companionship.
Though I'm estranged to sisterly love,
but it does come in bits and pieces,
combined with jealousy,and motherly love.
You evade your strongest feelings for them,
becoming cold-hearted and hostile.
You save your love for strangers,
falling prey to insensitivity and heartburn.
This universe is like a galaxy of stars and constellations.
You make your own patterns,
imagination flowing out of bounds,
yet purged by several emotions.
I do wish to shower all my undisclosed thoughts,
sometimes purposeless,
yet they evoke a sense of familiarity and dedication.
And I wish to leave a trail behind,
and disappear.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
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.
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.
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