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.

A moment is what I need

For my millions dreams, I see.

Wishes, hopes, tears and joy.

But Alas!

Amidst all the commotion,

All the kill, hate and blabber.

What I do? What I do?

Have to run away,

Fly off far away.

God, where are you?

I want my moment.

Please,

A moment is what I need

For my millions dreams, I see.

Tears flowed,

A little moistening of the cheeks,

Followed.

Reminding all the truths.

Hidden that were

In the bottom if my heart.

Pain that I feel, sorrow that I felt.

It all came back to me.

I have lost a million times.

Why does it hurt now?

Burnt in love a few times.

Why does it hurt now?

All the memories coming back to me.

Like before death they do.

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PS- After this my train of thoughts collapsed and this incomplete poem is left. Though somehow it feels complete, to me. Only, it can not justify the title.