I saw you cross the street
And thought... This is how lightening strike must feel like....

Sitting on the desk, when I saw you ducking your head through same doors I walked few minutes back...
I thought... This is what people must mean about life being unfair

I still remember the first question that came out of your mouth(you asked the professor) .. And I thought... This is what losing one's mind must feel like...

When I saw you smiling with another girl, I didn't feel jealous
Was it because I was sure she will not be able to maintain your interest.... For long.. And thought... this is what vanity must feel like

My mind registered... When you were not in the class... And i thought..this is what delusion must feel like

I couldn't help myself from looking at you.... At times... And i thought...this is what looking at a car crash must feel like

I still remember the colour of your shirt that day... Even though i hardly remember anything else and i think...

The boy with the maroon sweater
You took her heart and threw it in the gutter

The boy with the maroon sweater
She tried her best but you were always better

The boy with the maroon sweater
She knew you were smart but you were an early quitter

Blue Blue Blue Blue Blue
But she was so
True True True True True

Poetry is baring your soul...naked.

Is it love?!
She asked herself
Do u even know him well?!
She told herself
Are u so fickle?!
She reprimanded herself
Do u believe in love at first sight?!
She chided herself
But still she went crying and sighing behind closed doors for years
What was she searching for?!
Was it his love or just love?!
Well the damage was done
Now her heart seemed so big
It will hardly be filled by his love
And she will always be the girl with the empty heart

She had beautiful eyes
They looked like sunrise

She wished she had more depth.....
Although she was already drowning