Six years ago, when I was fourteen
And the world was seeing twenty-ten
I met my crush's best friend, also fourteen
But we went separate ways and left it at back then.

We met over Windows Live messenger,
For the younger kids, that was a chat platform
Somewhat of a dinosaur metaphor
And made imaginations of kid's grow warm.

We had a somewhat mutual attraction
Bonded over nothing in common but differences
After a month I asked her out , positive reaction,
So we went to see a movie, following her preferences.

After the movie was done and over,
I told her 'that movie was god awful'
And she says 'I know, I'm not a stoner'
I asked questions, denying my mind to boggle.

'Why did you want to watch it then?'
She replied ' I want to see if you'd stick it out,
And your honesty is an honest ten,
So I'm not really having any doubts'.

I ghosted her, disappeared from all contact
She grew concern but I reassured her I was fine
Then it was in these set of words exact
'I don't think I can be dating a girl I met online'.

Six years later, A few days ago to be precise
As I was waiting the arrival of a train
I noticed a girl, I had to check twice,
Her face was forever indented in my brain.

There she was, 'Tina?' I call out,
She turns around, took a few seconds to think
And without even a shred of doubt
She replied, 'Kevin?', and everything felt in sync.

It's been six years, we have had our changes
But though time was against us, we remembered
As new books get written, new printed pages,
There existed a mark that never burnt in the ember.

'I was meaning to call you', she says politely
'How you don't have my number?'
'Then here', passing me the phone she held tightly
And a smile I did encumber.

Six years, different places, different looks
And yet we ran into one another once again
So although there may be new pages in the books
A story can be written as long as there's a pen.

No matter how many years it has been
She hasn't forgotten my name, nor me
And it will always be stuck in Twenty-sixteen
When I once again met Tee.

Saw her sleeping in school,
The A/C kept me cool,
I was tempted,
To put her stray hair back,
She looked beautiful sleeping,
I didn't let anyone as much as clap,
I thought I was dreaming,
Her velvet red lips,
Were parted little,
My heart skipped,
For I have not seen such beauty,
She was there peacefully,
Making me blush,
Silently.

I was new to this place,
And the first thing I saw,
Was her beautiful face,
And I stood there with an open jaw,
My heart started to race,
And blood rushed to my face,
I was too shy,
And couldn't talk to her for days,
I was naturally shy,
That all I could do,
Is watch her pass by,
And I would be jealous,
When she talks to other guys,
And because of my shyness,
All I can do is,
Watch this princess.

We have the power to make,
We have Power to create,
We have the power to destroy,
The power to demolish,
The power to give hope,
The power to cope,
Power to walk a tightrope,
Power to ****,
Power to fill,
Power to save,
To crave,
Power of rage,
And power of strong words,
On a blank page.

I grew up watching cartoons,
Reading fairy tales,
Believing they existed like the moon,
I thought the world was like these tales,
Fun,  magic and love,
Castles, princesses and magic doves,
But something hit me,
What happens in reality is tragic,
As I grew,
I lost hope,
We are walking on a tight rope,
Walking over insanity,
No excitement,
Life is ,
My biggest disappointment

I wanted to talk to her,
But I could not talk,
I wanted to speak to her,
But I couldn't speak,
I wanted to be with her,
But I couldn't be,
I wanted to hold her,
But I couldn't,
To my curse I mock,
I had a voice,
But I couldn't talk,
My heart was locked,

The Fairy of the Silver Shop

Now all little fairies run out of things
Little clover soaps and even replacement wings.
Little vine laces for their little fairy feet
Little fairy apple pips as a midday treat.
So they all go to the silver shop for spares
And there is a fairy appointed that really cares
She has drawers filled with this and that
From silver bells to a rose petal hat
There is no such thing as money in fairyland
Every sale done with a shake of the hand.
The fairy of the silver shop everyone’s delight
Open every morning and closes at midnight.
The imps and elves enjoy the pleasure
Of rooting through such precious treasure.
Cherry stones and acorns make great pipes
And little lacy cobwebs make superior wipes
She stocks all these and very much more
It won’t be long before she opens a superstore.