the last time i saw you was
three months ago
when we were still on campus
but in different departments
different locations
every
single
day.
you made me want to
give up on you,
because it was so hard to even
meet up with you.
i really liked you
a whole lot
probably
to the universe
and back to earth.
even till today
i've kept my feelings
to myself
(and maybe to a few friends)
but mostly
to myself.
yet
you had to suddenly
come into my sight
when i was on the bus
leaving school.
i saw you
for the first time
in three months.
you would never know
how much my heart
felt like jumping out
from its usual cage
and how i looked at you
cross the road.
half hoping you'd look up
into the bus
yet
half-hoping
you wouldn't either.
you chose the latter
and the bus drove off
silently,
but slowly.
that was also the last time
i saw you.

it has been
three months
since i last saw
you.

i still remember

      your hands

            and

          how they

              rubbed my back  

                   to console me

sometimes, three words is all it takes
to shake me up
to make my heart throb in pain
to let me yearn for you
to remind me of you
to want to make you mine again
to reminisce those days once more


*i miss you

"You are my muse," you said to me one sunny morning, holding me tight in your arms,
  Back when we first started off.
We thought we had it all,
  We thought we could brave through all the storms;
But we didn't.
  We couldn't.
We hadn't.
Gone were the days where I was the only one in your eyes,
  Like you were in mine.
A year later,
  I heard from you.
Excited, I gave it a thought.
  The thought that we might reconcile.
Unfortunately, we hadn't.
  We couldn't.

And we never would, ever again.

*"You were once my muse and I don't regret it."

You entered my life
At the wrong time
At the wrong place
At the wrong moment
All the wrongs were negated by the rights

I fell for you
You led me on
I thought things were going further
But then nothing happened.

I think I fell for you
At the wrong time
At the wrong place
At the wrong moment

Yet I still think of you at times.

i kinda wished we could go back to how we were.

for all those small but special moments we shared,
for all the butterflies i felt when our eyes met,
for all the nervousness i felt when i carefully crafted each
and every message when i sent them to you,
for all the times my heart did somersaults when i saw your name flash across my phone,
for you being, well, you.

now it's all too late.

we've made too many mistakes to go back to how we were.

"Didn't YOU KNOW?


           If you have expectations,



                                Or yearn for anything,



You'd only be rewarded with an overwhelming sense of HELPLESSNESS when




                                                        ­              Expectations aren't achieved--




            Or when what you yearned for doesn't become YOURS at the very end.



                                                         ­                   



                           So, it's BETTER to live without too high an expectation


Or too strong a yearning."