It was you. It was me.

It was love.
 

It was you. It was me.

It was a lie.
 

It is you. It is me.

It is a goodbye.

What are you!
Every time something new.
 

A mystery full of contradictions,
A character straight out of fiction.
 

An uncomplaining discreet listener,
Yet a tenacious inquisitor.
 

A notoriously insane gabbler,
Yet occasionally a sane adviser.
 

An absolute stupid conversationalist,
Yet often an amusing mentalist.
 

A person full of emotions,
Yet with rational solutions.
 

A simple and delightful friend,
Yet at times weird to comprehend.
 

A soul which is utter close mentally,
Yet is almost distant physically.
 

And hence, I always do wonder…
What really are you!
Every time just something new.

She was in love with words,

He was in love with his dreams,

Her world was in her books,

His world, in that distant gleam.
 

She loved the serene library,

As she read sans being ceased,

He loved the quietness of the library,

As he dreamt there in peace.
 

Books were her best friends,

That transported her to a wonderland,

Dreams helped him transcend,

Beyond and above this land.
 

She believed in the perfect romance,

That quintessential romantic man!

He believed in a happy happenstance,

Stumbling into his girl unplanned.
 

Today, engrossed browsing in the library,

They dashed and bumped into each other,

Apologies were exchanged; he acted with chivalry,

Freezing right there, couldn’t move any further.
 

Their eyes finally met,

Didn’t take much time to reckon,

With a smile almost set,

To identify that intense feeling of KOI NO YOKAN.

The allure of the cryptic darkness,

Kindles the uncanny wakeful madness.

The calling of the caliginous serenity,

Is the beautiful source for mental clarity.

The endlessly clear and twinkling sky,

Sparks the crazy indulgence of wry.

The constant hoots of the Parliament of owls,

Compliments the wise, mystical night prowls.

The luminosity of day doesn’t seem to excite,

We, insomniacs are the lovers of the night.

Beautiful you were,

Beautiful you are,

Beautiful forever will be,

Thinking otherwise, would be downright blasphemy,

No matter how others might see,
 

Indulge in your eccentric rhapsody,

Let the rest pander in the envious parody,

You are not just defined by your anatomy,

Your idiosyncrasies are the result for such cosmic alchemy,

Uncover the joys of your anomaly,
 

While others rot in their mental incapacity,

Your persona has untold dimensionality,

Embrace what you are during this sojourn of mortality,

Focus on what you do, to mark your immortality,

You are a unique force in this colossus realm of travesty.

It was strange being a stranger to you,

Wish I had at least noticed the cue!

We had a history,

Now vanished like a mystery.
 

The stories that we shared,

Of love, laughter, and despair,

Even if, the annihilation was preordained…

Nothing could have had me prepared,

For the bond once we had, is now beyond repair.
 

What I thought was strong, was nothing but fragile,

The memories, the insane histrionics linger on…

Stuck in one corner of the brain’s myriad files,

Letting one visit time and again to the wistful memory aisle,

Because getting back to reality isn’t going to be agile.
 

This thing which was beautiful once,

Suddenly modified into something jarringly ugly…

All turned into a chaotic dance,

Nothing could salvage the ties, not even love, honesty, prudence

When it came to you and me, I was conspicuously a dunce,
 

Started off as strangers,

Ended as being strangers again…

Uncertain, of what had been the game changer,

Or would have endeavored to save it from the impending danger,

And rescued the now incapacitated heart like a ranger.
 

We had a history,

Now vanished like a mystery,

It was strange being a stranger to you,

Wish I had at least noticed the cue!

You will be crushed,

You will be tethered,

You will be battered,

leaving you shattered…

You will be ridiculed,

You will be fooled,

You will be bruised,

You will be scarred.

The incessant strikes and blows

will bequeath you ajar…
 

Yet, you will choose to stay strong;

Stand tall,

and learn from your each fall,

Once you were vulnerable;

Now the Great China Wall.

Condescended, accused, and marred

by the fellow unscrupulous subhumans,

Being anti-belligerent and magnanimous

is what will let you still stay human.

It is almost three days,

I haven’t seen her face,

Thoughts running through my mind, in case,

She has left this place.
 

I never had the guts to speak,

Looking at her, my knees went weak,

Her body so slender and sleek,

I wished that I could stare at her for weeks.
 

Should have told her at least once,

Think, I have missed my chance,

Just her one meteoric glance,

And I am in a trance.
 

I wondered did she ever knew,

That she made my mind blew,

Should have made attempts a few,

At least, should have said adieu.
 

It’s the fourth day today,

Dejected, I plodded away,

Suddenly on the other side of the way,

A familiar face I see and stay.
 

God! Is she aware, past three days I have gone through hell,

One sight of her and I almost fell…

The blowing wind brought to me her pleasant smell,

And yes, again, I am under her spell.

Miss all the sweet memories of childhood,

being the first girl in your life, before all the recent ladies stood…
 

When studying, playing, teasing was done together,

with inordinate ingenuousness and great vigour…
 

When we both were enough for each other,

and required no one else to come and bother…
 

When we enjoyed laughing on absurd jokes and abruptly getting into a squabble,

irritatingly passing comments, fret, and babble…
 

When meaningless fights and arguments later bugged,

which would end with laughs, kisses, and hugs…
 

When from pencils, pens, clothes, beds, toys to secrets were shared,

Nothing required camouflage, everything was transparent and bare…
 

When adulation and sweet talk meant completing books and homework,

having each other’s back if anything went berserk…
 

When life was naive, ruled by charm and innocence,

makes me nostalgic; the phase was transience…
 

Ahhh…Miss all the sweet memories of childhood,

being the first girl in your life before all the recent ladies stood…

She was amazingly alive before,

Until she landed at this deplore,

Only to accord her with misery galore…
 

Surrounded by species that only just feign,

A place that does nothing but freezes your brain,

Sucks your creativity and drives you insane…
 

Machiavellian zombies and resembling a morgue,

A sad state of affairs that would only swing like a torque,

A site that is a constant cause of one’s mental mort…