I’ve seen you walking down the stairs. You glide effortlessly with your head held up high, knowing that all eyes are on you; even my lustreless ones.
I’ve let out a gasp every time you entered the room. You’re always in a hurry. You won’t spare so much as a glance for me.
I’ve seen the sunshine hit your face. It’s hard to tell whether or not it’s emanating from you.
I think you’re the most amazing thing I’ve seen. But then again, there are at least a score others who would tell you so.
I’ve seen you breaking many hearts. I’ve heard people calling you mean and cold, just because you can’t be with them. But you’re not cold to me; you’re the only redeeming thing in my life.
You’re lonely. I saw you crying near the restroom one day. It burned my heart to see you like that. But you won’t like me helping you out. I’d rather just move on hoping to see you smiling the next day.
It’s been three years and you have never noticed me. There isn’t a reason for you to look at me. You’re beautiful, I’m awkward. Even if you talked to me, I wouldn’t be able to speak a word. I’d better stay satisfied with those stolen glances at you. No, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.
You’ve given me so much to think about. I think I’m happy as ever. I don’t want you to be mine, even though that is next to impossible. You seem so fragile; I’ll never be able to look after you.
However, someday I wish you’ll acknowledge me. I’ll know it because I’ll be staring right back at you. It would be so perfect when our eyes meet. Till then, I’ll wait. All my life, if I have to.
It's good to know that you can describe life from the other side of the barrel knowing that it's generally you who would be the subject of such articles!
ReplyDeleteAwesomely written though!!
Thank you so much. Outcome of a really boring evening and aqualung.
ReplyDelete"Who, being loved, is poor?" - Oscar Wilde..!!
ReplyDeleteRelevance?
ReplyDeleteThe reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say..!!
ReplyDeleteAs you have the vision to write or to create something which is going to be appreciated or criticized..!!
So if you give a little thought about it you will find the very relevance of my words..:);)
Nice one..
ReplyDeleteReminds me of these beautiful lines..
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving...
Well expressed though!
Manu- Haha! I still don't seem to grasp it. :P
ReplyDeleteParth- Well thanks a lot! :)
This is really good. Write more and keep me posted.
ReplyDeleteOn it. :)
ReplyDeleteI think obviously it took a while to write this one..
ReplyDeleteSo what was the thought that occupied your mind that very moment when you pen down these words!
The relevance lies there itself. And maybe the answer to your question.. :-)
@Parth awesome lines..
ReplyDeleteIs it by Khalil Gibran..!
@Surabhi still thinking! :D :P
ReplyDeleteOkay. I think I got it now.
ReplyDelete@Surabhi
ReplyDeleteNever was so confused between the two:
"Some questions better be left unanswered or some answers which are left unquestioned.."
I gave myself sometimes reasons for it but I am incapable of taking it.
I intented to ask you for some but now I remember how much is left unanswered.. ! :-):-(
The question and the answer. both can be said to a simple line : Silence is Golden.
ReplyDeleteWhy persist on asking when they wont be answered.
Why answer when they will lead to more questions?
food for thought.
Nicely done dear lady. :P
ReplyDeleteThanks er..Hexile! :P
ReplyDeleteDisclaimer: No disrespect intended
ReplyDeleteincomplete and crude , nontheless. ..
perfection burned me my angel ,
and left me to be, this sorry singed stone
of neglect ,of endless despair
that i was seen through this vile swagger
i had always felt, was it ur silence? that
painted this enigma for me to incense.
You see me;
like noone else does,
clamouring to escape into the whiff , carried by the gusty gale
away from this entourage of infatuated hearts.
and this phrenetic throng that
barely scrath the surface that conceals
an fathoming abyss.
in u i believe now,
what we have is so perfect in its melancholy ,
i feel i could jus live this game till eons be on their end.
till darkness engulfs and this mystique we share
loses itself to void and null of time
never our eyes met, like the elysian beings
that veered round about
and past, coaxing,jolting and then parting;
leaving behind intrigue
and loss in their confused hearts.
Oh! ! I am ecstatic my muse ,
Could you be, ? or have I lost it?
Doesn't matter; as I accept you this moment,
you -the fantacy of my eternal trance,
Those are some really great lines.
ReplyDeleteas was the inspiration ;)
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