It's his eyes that catch her sight.
It's his lips that cause her delight.

It's his voice that is raw and velvety.
It's his presence that makes her sweaty.

She can't speak coherently when he speaks.
She is a nervous wreck. A challenge.
His interest piques.

She will win him over.
She's like a conquest to him.
Both play the age old game of love and sin.

For him;it's a game.
For her; it's something more.
More than infatuation that speaks.

She falls for him.
And in the end,he too gives in.

She closed her eyes.
And smiled,
For she felt his hand graze hers,
Their breathing mild.

She laughed at herself,
When she remembered,
How he had proposed.
Fearful,conflicting and opposed.

She was scared.
Incoherent even,
As the love she thought never existed,
Swallowed her whole.

She confessed then.
With an open heart.
That she felt for him too.

There was Joy. There was elation.
A plot twist to this story.
Some sensibility. Some caution.

They decided to take it slow.
He would still be friends if she said no.
He was patient. He would never let go.

This is their story.
The story that continues,
The story that will have an happy end.
Devoid of stress of sorrows.

She sat,
Fingers clenched.
Thinking hard.

She waited,
With limitless patience,
For the jealousy to pass.

She pondered,
About the breathtaking insecurity,
Her chest was tolerating.

She numbed,
Because the feelings that coursed through,
Were hard to ignore.

She whispered to herself-"I fail."

She watches Cinderella in awe.
And wonders how her love has no flaw.

She envies her beauty;the love she gets,
The emptiness in her life she detests.

She wants a love story.
With a prince.
With a pinch of drama and secrecy.

She wants his touch,
Soft and gentle.
She wants his smile,
Bright like the sun,not dull.

She sighs inwardly,
For she has to wait.
Wait for her Prince Charming.
Galloping on the pristine white horse coming at the gate.

I stayed strong,
For the world to see,
That people who appear frail,
Can be,
Strong and bold.
Just like I proved to be.

I didn't let it show.
I did not let the feeling flee,
Of tears that threatened to leak out,
Puffing my chest out,
Just like Hercules,
Was the key.

The time has come again,
When strength can replace fragility,
But I don't think I will get that chance,
Of proving what I once used to be.

Is it faith or luck?
Treachery or bluff?
A mystery it will be.

I dance with the wind,
I bathe in the sun,
I lol in the soil.
My life is fun.

Humans passing by,
Praise me and touch me.
Run their fingers along my petals,
Happy and satisfied I can be.

Some humans are cruel.
They use a tiny amount of force.
And I am brutally plucked.
From the stem I called my Home.

It Hurts. When my life ends,
In the flick of an eye.
I only matter to them for only a matter of time,
And then a painful good bye.

She fakes it.
I am the one who hates it.

I try to hide it. Try to avoid it.
But she fails me.
Every time I try to reconcile, she leaves me be.

I portray us as a team,
But she breaks the bond,
Prefers to be individual,
I look up to her with Scorn.

She makes new friends.
She forgets me.

She is the one making dents,
In the end,I am the Culprit.
I will always be one. . .

I try to love her.
But she doesn't want to.
In the end,I have nothing to offer.
And I don't know what to do.

I expect. I expect every day.
That one day,
She will come running to me and say-
Hey! I missed you and I am sorry for my Stupid,Childish Tactics.

But will that day ever come?
When odds will be with me?

My heart bleeds,
I sink in Jealousy.
She doesn't look back to me.
She leaves me be.