Some of them are surely a bit funny as I read them now. Here is one such, but at that time it felt great. Talk about love being blind.. I say sometimes its silly too.
This I wrote for that girl who swayed me away from pretty - she is still a great friend. We got along really well, we had that chemistry as they say. Everyone around thought that we had something going on... we were great friends.
I remember one day we went to a restaurant for lunch during our break, as we came out it was drizzling. We could not be late to work, so, she held her dupatta over my head and we both were under it walking to the office, it was all misty, cold and gentle breeze, so the dupatta was fluttering in the breeze. We were sure none of our team members would spot us. As we reached the office there were 20 of our team members watching us with a big smile. We just walked in as if they were invisible.
Unlike with Pretty, she always knew I how I felt about her.. I knew she did too... but life happens.
In most cases every time I wrote a poem I shared it with her.. saying it was for her.. :) She always seemed to have liked all that I wrote.
This I wrote for that girl who swayed me away from pretty - she is still a great friend. We got along really well, we had that chemistry as they say. Everyone around thought that we had something going on... we were great friends.
I remember one day we went to a restaurant for lunch during our break, as we came out it was drizzling. We could not be late to work, so, she held her dupatta over my head and we both were under it walking to the office, it was all misty, cold and gentle breeze, so the dupatta was fluttering in the breeze. We were sure none of our team members would spot us. As we reached the office there were 20 of our team members watching us with a big smile. We just walked in as if they were invisible.
Unlike with Pretty, she always knew I how I felt about her.. I knew she did too... but life happens.
In most cases every time I wrote a poem I shared it with her.. saying it was for her.. :) She always seemed to have liked all that I wrote.
When I have to wish you good night,
I feel my heart grow
light.
I wonder why has this day to end
And
you I will have to send.
When I sit alone and think
In
smiles of your thoughts my heart sinks..
And I continue to smile and now I
know…
Each
day I wish you good night
It’s the end of another day when we
will
Have
to stay apart
And one day closer to the moment
When
we would be together ever after.
The other day, my son was flipping through my wedding album and he pointed to her in one of the pictures and asked my wife.. 'amma.. who is this aunty'. She told him, 'Your dad's girl friend!'. My wife was my emotional anchor in those days when I was heart broken... huh! :)
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