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.


Lost Hope

The last man stands,
At the foot of the hill;
He had lost all hope,
But a change is what he needs.


A change of heart,
A change of goals;
A change of strength,
And a barrage of hope.


Then he feels the hand,
Pushing from the back;
Asking to move on forward,
And not to lose that hope.


It felt familiar,
He turns around to see;
But their is no one,
And yet tears roll down his cheek.


Maybe it was a wish,
Was it his own or;
Like a torch in the relay,
Was it passed to him.


He stands at the foot of the hill,
Contemplating what to do;
As the sun rises,
And the cow shout “moo”.


The environment had changed,
So had the dew;
A refreshing wish stuck,
On his mind like a glue.


And so he began,
The tedious uphill journey;
Ready to face obstacles,
Never to lose that burning.


As he treads up slowly,
Thinking about the people;
Don’t they have similar choices,
But what do they make of that?


Do they give up midway,
Or courageously push forward;
As he keeps moving forward,
Thinking what you will do?


Who is this person?
Ever hiding inside us;
Asking us to move on,
Even when we give up.


Is it the soul or the mind,
That we don’t know;
But we can actually believe,
Something inside us doesn’t lose hope!

– Siddarth