He could not see
the picture her eyes painted
the lyrics her heart beats wrote
the grace by which she walked
he could not see her for the magic she was.
he could not see
the way buds blossomed
when she walked their way
or how the way stars aligned
to guide him to her
because he was too caught up in someone else's light
she could not see
he was far off wandering
to a place she could never reach
his eyes following the movement
of someone else's gaze
she could not see him
for the momentary delight he will bring
followed by a series of never ending longings
that never to be fulfilled
He was blinded
But was never numb enough
not to feel the homely aroma
she carried
slowly the aroma became his choice of drug
soon she became the irresistible force
her vision was tainted
with the sweet words he framed
moments after moments
she made a house
where memories
were bricks
with love as cement.
she knew he would fall in
and he did
but no matter how strong the drug is,
a person gets accustomed to it
and wants more,
everything seems off-limit
no matter how much you are willing to sacrifice
you can only destroy yourself
till you still have something left in you to give
but she already had loved him
with every bit of love she was allowed to give.
and on a stormy night, past came knocking at the door,
the girl was terrified, but the boy let the stranger in.
When he saw her face, she was no stranger at all
she was the girl, around whom
majority of his life had evolved
Back before she knew,
the pictures in the frames were replaced
the background was same
but it was the hands of his childhood love he was holding,
the letters he wrote for her
now had a new address
she came like fresh air,
and swept off the traces of the drug
He once could not do without
she became stranger in her own house,
he did not force her out,
but nothing was the same
With love gone
All the walls had cracked
now if there is one thing that is worse than to never have known love, it would be to have known love and watch it getting snatched away
she watched him delete all the messages,
rephrase the words he so happily wrote for her not so long back
the photographs were burnt
the numbers were removed
it was as if,
she was never there.
and the boy lived happily
with his girl
I'm sure this is not how
you thought the story would progress
but this is how it usually goes,
so if you are in love,
you are the lucky ones
cause most of us are writing
about the love we lost.
"Don't forget me, I beg"