This Girl

There is just something about this girl,
And the way she smiles at me;
The whole world suddenly calms down,
And the only thing visible is her.

I do talk to her at times,
Sometimes on text, or on call;
And yet it never feels enough,
Until I come and hug her tough.

Looking in her eyes is so peaceful,
As she talks about her day;
I often get lost in the brightness,
And the heart always makes me say.

“You are so beautiful, and practical,
With you, I really want to be;
There is just something about this girl,
And the way she smiles at me.”

-Siddarth

Infatuation.

“There is this song that is stuck in my head since tomorrow. I have listened to it countless times now hoping that it will stop reverberating in my mind but that didn’t help. What should I do?”, said an annoyed Paru, “I can’t even get my mind to study properly.”

“Which song is it this time Paru?”, asked a in-surprised Disha, “How many times has it happened with you now.”

Paru looked at her with a grim face and replied, “It’s the new song Call Me Maybe. Don’t taunt me like that. This song is different. I feel more one with this song. I feel..”

Disha interrupted, “I feel this song had something unique about it. It attracts me to it.”

“Yes! Correct! I knew you feel the exact same way as me!”, Paru relief with excitement.

“No. It‘s just that you have told me this for the 25th time now, each for a different song. Isn’t that amazing?”, said Disha plainly. Looking at the seriousness on Paru’s face she added, “Although it is good to be attracted by new things. After all that is what fills the void in life and makes it more exciting.”

Siddarth

The Firsts

Ignore the signs, follow the heart,
Lower your head, rise like a star;
Inside the mind, many questions arise,
Kissing your hand, all worries go afar.

Establish the code, now we follow,
Yours is freedom, mine is a cage;
Our relationship, this way it blossoms,
Under this roof, is written every page.

As we live slow, try and understand,
Till the night, starting every morning;
Hearing the calm voices, across this wall,
Interested, anxious, we are calm but burning.

You look at me, and come near the wall,
All’s left in between, is the metal door;
Shivering you slowly, put the key,
Harboring such feelings as love and more.

Eyes meet, and the world shatters,
Turbulence, Tornadoes conquer the heart;
Tonight is the night, freedom is achieved,
Yet the heart is caught in another charm.

-Siddarth

Still, Lets talk

It was in the evening,
When I saw you for the first time;
I looked outside the window,
There you were all cute and docile.

At the time you were his girl,
Of a friend and classmate of mine;
So I didn’t ask you anything,
Because it’s wrong to be in that line.

The next time I sent you a “Hi”,
Probably after two years or four;
Throughout we chatted just like that,
And you told me that relationship was no more.

So I did flirt with you,
And talked to you everyday;
Watching you sleep was the,
Best point of living that way.

Then I bluntly said, “I love you”,
And you told me the same;
Hence we formed a pact,
Never to let go of each other again.

But something happened then,
I don’t know what it was;
Maybe it was the distance or the career focus,
I didn’t wanted to be distracted or at loss.

So I asked you to stop messaging,
And you got annoyed with me;
I probably deserved that, I agree,
Neither of us could understand the lonely.

We talked again, after a year,
But it was just to wish each other;
It was sweet, yet brought lots of tear,
I asked you to stop this pain.

Surprisingly, we talked again,
And this was after another year;
It all started again with a “Hi”,
But this time you already had a guy.

It is for the best I believe,
As friends we should live;
Not hurting each other, keep
Talking about all the nonsense.

-Siddarth

Cherry Blossoms

On the day the cherry blossoms flew,
My heart saw right through you;
As you cozied up with another guy,
And I realized everything was just a lie.

It was on that cherry blossoms day,
When in the garden I lay;
I realized I had changed so much,
Going as far as to learning Dutch.

I cried on that cherry blossoms day,
As the wind blew in the month of May;
“How wonderful it would be”, I thought,
“If on that day I had never really caught”.

But on the same day with cherry blossoms,
A girl came and lay on the grass;
She had red eyes, perhaps from crying,
And I thought I was the only one to go through this lot.

So on this cherry blossoms day,
I stood up and pulled out the handkerchief;
Handing it to her, I looked her in the eyes,
And said, “It’s a tough thing to satisfy this heart.”

So on this cherry blossoms day,
What will you do, lay or play?
Because life will move on, love will happen,
And hearts will melt to pave the way.

-Siddarth

The importance of likes

#importance #like #appreciate #author #poem #writer #gratitude

You thought about something,

Something, you would like to post;

But will people like what you write?,

Who will it touch the most?

Perhaps, some one out there will like it,

Some one else might comment;

But the number of views is the truest,

Displaying the many who shared my moment.

But then why do I think,

How many likes the post will get;

Is it really more important?,

Than sharing my mind text.

Still people share, and want to be appreciated,

So like that post, which you read;

It is just a click for you,

But is the encouragement that author needs.

-Siddarth

Well… kind of a poem

#poem #you #crush #like #me #love

It’s so hard, the beating of my heart,

That when I look at you, it makes me sad;

I wonder if I will reach you, with this work,

Or am I just fooling myself, dreaming about being with you.

You know it’s strange, how much I think,

Think about the work, what I can do, and about you;

It makes me smile, cry, shriek, curl up, dry,

But when I look at you, it makes me fly.

I see your eyes, filled with happiness,

Is it the hard work shining, or is it just teasing;

I will reach you, I tell that to myself,

Because I want to own that smile, and kiss those lips forever.

But life is weird, every single day,

Sometimes I breathe, other times I shake;

Full of surprises, life is,

And surely one surprise, will be you one day.