One year of togetherness

One year of togetherness

















A year ends, our first year together,
A year ends, from the first time we met,
A year ends, of our innumerable fights,
A year ends, and it leaves me upset.

Another year for us to stay under the same roof,
Another year and we will never again meet,
Another year for me to learn to walk on my own,
Another year for me to realise that I can’t.

And after this time, I will never write this way,
I will never have the inspiration to,
After these two years, I will be a little wiser,
And I will learn to love incognito.

And still, I will miss you,
Because you have become family for me,
Because it’s hard to wake up alone,
For, I will still be in love.


Meghna
12.50 am
10th March

Goodbye

Two years ago, a friend of mine died in a road accident. This is for him...

Goodbye

Goodbye seems to be the hardest word,
Especially if you don’t get to say it.
I try and remember the last time,
I talked to you Sid.

I think I was a bit a rude,
Snobbish even, to you,
You took it in your stride,
I wish I could be so cool.

Here’s a final goodbye,
My friend.
Hope you rest in peace buddy,
Hope you weren’t alone in the end.


May 17th, 2006
11.05pm
Siddharth- you deserved better.
[RIP]

I be Juliet again

I be Juliet again?

I be Juliet again?
I falleth again,
I loveth again,
I waiteth,
In the, for the anticipation,
In the, for the expectations…
Cometh the hour…
where is the man…?

I waiteth again,
For the unknown,
For the un-understood,
For the unforeseen.
I hopeth,
For the man of my dreams,
For my Romeo,
However roadside he may be

Has it really happened?
Have I fallen in love,
Yet again?
And yet again I giveth him no time,
I jump to silly conclusions,
I jump in tandum,
As the butterflies in my stomach jump,
Yet again?

So what’s new with this one,
Havent met him yet,
That should restrict me greatly,
I need restriction such as these,
For it confines my destructive powers too,
Habitual destructor I am,
Habitual romantic I am,
I falleth again.

What about the old one?
Do I forget the lovers lost so far,
The battles of love lost to them,
How do I face them again,
That too soon,
In june,
What if he is there too,
And what if he isn’t?

Oh, is he my new muse?
Does he need know that?
What if he freaks,..
What if I be his muse too?
He writes too, he laughs too,
He does all that I do,
Does that mean I do all that to him,
That he does to me?

He’ll be here soon,
With my ticket to heaven,
With a movie and a dinner,
With a cuppa coffee and a little more,
With a few smiles for me,
That I’ll steal from his lips,
With a little more than him,
He comes, packing away my loneliness.
(For) He cometh, with a lonely heart too.

25th march 08,
1.30 am

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to creatures of the homo-sapiens kind is purely coincidental. Dont ask who, why and when! Let this be my poetic license