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Moumita Mitra May 2018
He talked, she blushed.
He muted, she understood.
He blamed, she reacted.
He betrayed, she shattered.
He spoke for patch up,
This time she broke his heart.
"But why?" He asked.
"All game of words my dear.
That was your turn, and this is mine."
Moumita Mitra May 2018
If you are a tree
I would love to be your Parchayi.
If you are a rock
I would love to be your standby.
If you are a rocket
I would love to be the satellite.
If you are a sea
I would love to be the saltiness.
If you are you
I would love to be your Beloved Wife.
#IfYouAndI #poem #mythoughts
#lovepoem #love
Please note, Parchayi means Shadow.
Moumita Mitra May 2018
I was your best friend, 

But, one fine evening,

You surprised me by the words you said.
You, had proposed me that day,

And our relationship status got changed by words that day. 

I was quite happy because I knew, you will never take any wrong step. 
And will never break my heart,
And will never hurt me hard.

Best friends now had become boy friend and girl friend.

It was cute and different.

But that was not love, I thought. 

That was friendship from heart. 

You said, "it's love, true and pure love dear, you will also feel the same, spend some time other than being best friends."

Finally, one fine day some miracle might have had happened, 

I fell in love with you. 

It was truly a love relationship for me, by words and heart. 

From then some feelings really changed.

A few days later, you said, you want to confess something, 

I thought, you now might want to marry me. 

I was so happy, I can't share in words. 

I was waiting for your arrival.

Sayed, this was true and pure love- friendship, then lovers and then married couples.
I was awesome happy from core of my heart.

You came, but accompanied with a unknown girl,

And said, "let's be best friends again, because she is the girl for whom I have fallen in love forever."

"What about us?", I enquired.

"We! We were not made for love affair. Friendship is only ok for us."

I was shocked, surprised and shattered.

You have by then broken my heart.

It took long two years since then, 

To rise up and live again.

I, finally promised myself,

Not to fall in love again.

Then again we met on a cloudy day.

You said, you are single again.

Your words, your behaviour, your attitude,

All were strange that day.

I felt, I was talking to some stranger,
Who is not my best friend.

That night you came at my place again.

And said, "let's fall for each other again."

I was very sure with myself,
And rejected your proposal face to face.

You requested me to think over and over again.

"I am sure, I don't want to fall for you again."

Hearing my words, you left the place.

No talk, no promises, no connection since then.

And, now, after a decade, you have come again and saying,

"Tell me something so hurtful that I don't miss you forever."

Why such downmarket things you are speaking?

What I said that day, are still my words, today.

If this is not hurtful, then put yourself in my shoes,

And imagine how much hurt I have got,

Which had made the heartful girl so very heartless.



Moumita Mitra Apr 2018
“Have u ever fallen in love?”
Asked the girl to her love.
Though She loved him unconditionally,
She asked the question to him.

She wished he said No.

So she can someday tell him what her feelings are.
Unaware of the situation of her.
He replied after a big pause,
“YES, I DID FALL FOR A GIRL.”

She was surprised to hear that!
Was she?
Her heart replied ‘No’
It said ‘I am broken dear’.
Collecting all the residue spirit she just asked to the man she loved,
“Who is she? Do I know her?”

The man too loved her from the inner corner of his heart.
Keeping aside all the fear of losing her,
He replied with a hope which lit up in his heart, “Its you my love.”

Tears rolled down with brave hearts.
They were the sign of pure love.
Her heart said from inside ‘love hurts but DEAR, LOVE THIS HURT’
That’s the story of a sweet hurt.
Love may sometimes hurt us, but, we feel happy when they are SWEET HURT.

— The End —