i still remember
the first time i met her,
with a hint of shiver i said "hi."
acting like i didn't fear,
when i was actually trembling inside.
it's not that i am
but i am really shy.
it's not that she is scary,
but she makes my heart fly.
to confess i don't
know her much,
but what is there to know about THE ONE.
may be she is not perfect as such,
but if i were to be with her, my life is WON.
the way she makes
is so very unique.
it's like i was a caged bird,
and she has set me free.
for every time she
is happy i smile,
for every time she is sad i cry,
for every time she walks i am tired,
for every time she drinks i gulp,
for every time she eats i chew,
for every time she breathes i sigh,
for every time she smiles i melt,
for every time she looks i hide.
i bask in her victory,
i weep when she fails.
but i know that she does not have the slightest understanding,
of the pleasure that is brought to me by her name.
for if asked if this
i cannot be silent and abstain.
but if asked does she know,
i don't even know if she remembers my name.
then one day i was
to see her stand near by.
she was looking at
i looked at her ( though i was shy).
she came close to
touched me on my arm.
i knew this was what i had been waiting,
since i saw her, all along.
her hands were in
then i noticed something weird.
one was soft as apple pie,
the other cold as ice.
but i did not really
after all it was my night.
to have my favourite lady,
and the prospects looked bright.
and we danced and
danced like there was no tomorrow,
until the alarm rang.
only to see me holding my pillow,
like it was her hand.
if you're wondering
about the 'cold hand,' my friend.
don't ponder much more.
it was nothing wrong with her,
but my dog Pluto licking my elbow.
so there ended my
date with her,
a date only i shall know.
oh! how i wish i had told her,
or known her a bit more.
i don't know what
she thinks of me,
or what will she say.
when she comes to realise,
the way i feel about her today.
i don't know if she
has noticed me,
i hope i live in her world, i pray.
but as for me at this moment,
my world is empty except for her; not even night or day.
if u were to ask me,
"which do u like, she or your life"
i would act like i am thinking
and say, "of course my life."
but the truth is
the answer is untold.
for without her,
my life is like a bubble, so hollow.
i hope she calls
me for her birthday party,
i am sure i will make myself free.
i don't know if i will be the first to arrive,
but shall be the last to leave.
i don't know if i
will tell her.
i don't know what she might say.
but i am not sure if i want to
know the answer right away.
for i could live
knowing that she could tell she does.
but not for a second longer,
knowing that she does not.
well, i don't know
if this is love.
or is it a teenage rush.
but i guess i will look at it tomorrow,
smile and tell it was a "crush".
but this is not tomorrow,
and i am not going to let go.
and this is the test of love,
a battle i will hold.
i am going to gather
and i am going to tell her now.
the way she makes me feel,
is like a whole winter spent on a stove.
so i write a letter,
a long and sweet one.
make sure it's neat and tidy,
and post it as soon as it's done.
i come home now ,
really excited and full of smiles.
checked to see if the address on the envelope,
was perfectly right.
that was when i discovered,
a spelling error in the name of my 'love,'
had resulted in me sending
the letter to my grandmom
(I would like
to thank my dear friend Anju who convinced me to write this poem.)