Whispering melodies

Every day I saw her in the mall.

Having worked there six months,

I sure know her well.

Her boyfriend picks her everyday.

And they have a place called home.

She has the perfect life, obtaining everyone’s jealousy.

No wonder I have when I see,

A twinkle in her eyes.

A redness on her lips, blushing of the cheeks.

No wonder I have when I see,

A love bite she hides.

Every day for six months,

I wanted a share,

In her happiness.

Every day for six months,

I needed her secret for happiness.

I asked her, Oh! I asked her many times.

But no reply I got, none but a smile.

Once as usual, mesmerized by the love bite.

I was looking at her slender neck.

The tiny little blue bruise let me to a slash.

Which was passing through the collar bone,

And visible at the back.

My shock I could not hide,

From the pretty young damsel.

She asked me with a quizzical look.

Nothing from me but a finger at the mark.

She smiled, and said to me.

“You asked me my secret.

But you found it yourself.”

With that she went past,

Leaving me alone, aghast.

Here I am.

Before you, as before.

Love me again as you have loved me.

Please oh! please touch me again.

We are no more,

The moon and the stars.

The sun and the fire.

No more does my heart says ‘I love you’.

But once again I need you.

But once again I want you.

Please oh! please touch me again.

This is lust you may say.

May be my fruitless attempt,

To have you back.

No, its not I tell you.

I need you not with me.

We are through and gone.

You were my boyfriend once someday.

But the day is gone, the moment over.

You are my past and no more I say.

Nothing should give anything away.

Touch me again though,

And

Then forget my stay.

Of all the confusions that a person can have, the worst are the confusions of love. Because it involves emotions, hormones or maybe because the beating of heart overshadows the thumping of the brain. Whatever be the reason, all reasons are lost in the silence occurring between two souls separated by a sea of emotions which also is the cause of their attachment. When do you know its love? When do you know its love, enough, to last? Should this feeling be ignited or left dormant like a baby. Maybe like a baby, all this feeling would do after waking is cry and create a mess. Maybe its better off asleep, innocent, naive and beautiful.

Then comes the pang of pain, a lust, not for the body but for the relationship. You want to be happy with that person, only. It is a blinding flash temporarily killing your vision. You can not even see that the person you love is happy, already. Its not fair, I know. Its not fair, you know. And of all the times you have faced unfairness, this time, you want life to be fair, for you. All the happiness in you is drained. Obsession might be the right word. But you are called a ‘FANATIC’.

 

Every emotion I feel.

Every thought crossing my mind.

I filter,

To take out, you, of them.

Holding on to you.

Leaving all else aside. You my Love,

You my hate.

You my hurt, You my pain.

Happiness? Who needs it now.

A fragile thing at most,

It will lead me nowhere.

You are my anger, You my revenge.

Smile now never comes,

Only a mournful sneer,

Or a senile laugh.

You are my passion,

To justify all wrong, that I do.

To be evil to all,

And to you.

For you I shall kill, rob and hurt.

For you I shall cry, shout and die.

You, Yes You are my sole reason.

My survival, my end and in between,

I leave it on you.

Can you be mine, Oh! Please.

Mercy will be upon you.

With every waning moon that I see,

and every day as moon-light recede.

The devil in me is getting stronger.

Vile and loathsome though he may be,

It is but a tiny kid to thee.

Look into your heart, leaving your mind.

Look into my heart, trust me.

Else blame will be upon you,

You let a poor thing go rot.

You smiled when I cried,

Happy were you in my misery.

You are the reason for what I am.

You shall be the reason for future,

Dark, black, ugly.

Whatever it might be.

 

Dedicated to all the Fanatics.

If love is not an obsession then its not enough Love.