I sit, the world around me a blur,
Masi talks, but Iâm lost in a stir.
Then, the callâunexpected, sharp and bright,
My heart leaps, racing into the night.
Why her, why now? My thoughts collide,
A hundred questions swirl, but none I can hide.
Should I pick up? Should I dare?
Her voice, her presence, itâs too much to bear.
The call dropsâdisconnected, left to wonder,
My heartbeat thunders like distant thunder.
Then the text, a playful jest,
"Yes, Your Highness," my chest does protest.
She replies, âI need to show you something,â
My pulse quickens, anticipation thumping.
A mystery, a pull, but I can't resist,
I pick up the phone, nervous, clenched fist.
She speaks, her voice like an old, sweet song,
And I hear laughter, where I belong.
But thereâs moreâHer friend by her side,
And their boyfriends, caught in the tide.
My heart skipsâRomantic rival stands, so near,
And I canât look away, trapped in fear.
She tells him to shut up, her voice a command,
And I watch, helpless, as life slips from my hand.
She turns, showing her sareeâs glow,
A princess in pink, stealing my soul.
And I ask, âAre you at Lawgate?â with a smile,
She teases, âMBA,â for just a while.
âIâll come back too,â I say, trying to play,
But inside I ache, like Iâve gone astray.
Her image haunts me, her beauty remains,
A moment lost, wrapped in chains.
Her voice soft, âLater,â she says with a sigh,
And I stand there, watching her leave, asking why.
Sheâs with him now, and Iâm here, lost,
Her laughter echoes, my heart pays the cost.
We never were, yet we shared it all,
In the same PG, memories that call.
The quiet nights, the shared glances, the unsaid truth,
Now lost in time, like forgotten youth.
Her image stays, as vivid as then,
A beauty, a mystery, forever my friend.
Yet she walks with him, and I stand apart,
A stranger to her, with a broken heart.
Her smile, her saree, the memories remain,
But my heart races, lost in the pain.
Romantic, yes, but sadistic too,
For I loved her then, and still do.