As he stepped into the ring,
Everyone his name did sing.
They wanted him to win
The title, for the commoners.
The title in his last fight.

He was out of practice,
His reflexes had slacked.
Gloves, boxers, guard, did him justice
There was something which he lacked.
Lacked in his last fight.

Before he could hear his favorite song,
Followed by the nerve-racking gong.
He had a look around
To catch a familiar sight,
Have a look at her before his last fight.

He checked the stands,
Then glanced around the ropes
And before he had given all hopes
He heard a familiar sound
Right before the first round.
Go hubby go! Punch him left and right!
She screamed with all her might.
Putting a smile on his face,
And then he boxed like an ace.
Winning the title, just for her.
The title in his last fight.

It was my 18th
And you were to be soon.
In few sunsets and the moon
Equal as me, mind and thought.

And now as my 27th approaches
Minus the flowers and a red balloon.
In our town, our serene Doon
You remain, just a happy thought.

There is love in the winter air,
But I still feel chilly at noon.
Have I lost my warmth or become a loon?
You remain, just a happy thought.

As the next month comes by
I'll wait with my pseudo platoon.
And watch TV shows and cartoon.
Till I see you happily married
And bid your family goodbye.
Then I would finally cry
Seeing lost all love I had bought
From you, but still you'll remain
Just a happy thought.

I know you read my poems.
I know you check my profile.
I know you are not happy
But cannot show to be sad.
Coz everyone would talk and mention
How she is once again MAD!
In love with YOU
Over & Over Again.

Maybe the fire wasn’t enough

To keep things burning.

And it required just a puff

For which both were yearning.

But my heart wasn’t cold

As I am told

Over & over again.

But I'll not let you get married

Never, ever to any other rich man!

And I'll be the one, the only one.

And he can be just another.

If in your heart, you still feel for me

Or in "our" cafe, our eyes meet yet again

And we do cross each other.

I'll hold you with that familiar touch

And this time it will be too much

To attract everyone’s attention.

And everyone would talk and mention

Of the acquaintance we had,

The times we spent

And how we were, we are and we would be mad!

In Love…over & over again.

There are some wars
Which cannot be lost
Which cannot be won.
Where you used swords
And I used guns.
There was bloodshed,
Deep cuts and wounds.
And each soldier each side did swoon.
Yours more than mine!
In the fought span of time.
And when we were done
The world around thought, I had won!
I looked around,
My gaze to the ground,
Covered in red.
'Tis true all your soldiers were dead.
And half of mine remained
Going never to be the same.
We hung our heads in shame
Killing is not a game.
There are some wars
Which cannot be lost
Which cannot be won
And...
Which cannot be undone.