As i stand inside the room
I smile with silent peace
Its a room, a kaliedoscope
a place between my memories
Countless windows pierce the walls
I look outside of all
I see memories bitter sweet
of green spring and beautiful fall
I start with first and skip some
and run to thousand one
Thats first i find your pretty face
and here begins the fun.
Your oily hair and pony tail
they make me laugh like hell
The classes, teachers, friends & school
the sweet walk after school bell.
I witness each in wonderment
how beautifully each unfolds
with teary eyes or mesmerized sigh
these visions forged of gold
Sharing biscuits amongst the books
and dreams and songs and heart
Oh wait! Hold on right there!!
I was the one doing all this part
And then i get to 2005
after laughter came the tears
where bangalore begins and Jindal ends
losing you became my only fear
And this chapter of the story
begins to blossom slow
It is this part of the prose
where seeds of love i sow.
We had lost touch and contacts
for maybe a month or two
I thought of you, I dreamt of you
I loved you and didnt know the true
We met again at Kishore’s party
and i skipped a million beat
my heart the fool was out of control
With you i had to meet
Then came the messages and the calls
the philosophy , jokes and talks
for hours everyday i spoke to you
and slowly came the walks
I came outside your college once
to meet you and your “singular friend”
My cheeks were red and i forgot to breath
You looked beautiful with latest trend
In brightest day or darkest night
with vague figures or alone
With your laughter in my mind
My crush on you on my face shown
We met and spoke and spoke again
and never once though of love
unknowingly we were swept away
like divine intervention from above
Mc Donalds, concerts, movies and books
Mount Carmel and ebony on 13th floor
The trip to jindal, beautiful night
You found the key to my heart’s door
I sit back with a glass of wine
on the sofa beside the fire
the room is silent & memories pause
“Of looking back i can never tire”
It hurts to look through the window
of two thousand seven, 27th of june
It’s the day i left bangalore
the day that i felt was my doom
And how was i to ever guess
the weird games and gods play
how you would forever, till the end of time
in my heart will stay.
I lost my sleep and cried much
You see, i missed you quite a lot
It then struck me, my love for you
& gods weird sweet elaborate plot
I asked you out and you said know
i was so sad and lone
A candle of hope and heart full of love
I loved you to skin and to bone
My love for you it only grew
from darkness to bright proud sun
I knew i wont give up on you
It was easier said than done
And thus begins the legend
of ’Her and Me’ love lore
i could spend an eterntiy with you
You my love i really adore
I look back at the room again
the room between my memories in my mind
I step near the exit door, look back
& through all pleasant windows you i find
I open my eyes and look outside
to see the pretiest face in history
I look at you peacefully asleep
& now i wait for us to marry.
Dedicated to the Love of my life, without who i am color blind.
For Valentines day, 14 February 2011.
very sweet
the perfect valentine’s day gift!
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