Hopeless

[A poem about the one superpower we all desire: the power to undo. Written at 6am today... winter + morning + sad = it's poem time! :D]

Two weeks passed by.

There was a boy.

He waited.

'Where are her pieces?'

Thus contemplated.

He misliked misunderstandings.

There was a girl.

She had one.

'Or was it a revenge song

That she had sung?'

His mouth a ruthless bee;

There was a blurt,

Perhaps loud and curt.

He anticipated the result,

Someone was hurt.

She would understand,

He wished,

The reason behind

Keeping his love

Hidden in his mind.

Shouldn't she have forgiven -

There was an apology -

Known he would wait

Pressed the send button

Instead of the hate?

*sigh*

Sometimes, he wished,

There was no distance

And more chances

He'd convince her of his love

Through mere glances

Pour ma chère

Pour ma chère (For my dear)

You've been a sweetheart, right from the start

Naughty and nice, baka and wise.

I hope the day won't come when

Seeing you online wouldn't be a pleasant surprise.

To rope in amusing words

And describe you, I don't dare.

But I think you're just the thing for me

Simply for the same pinches we share

I fell for your half smile

Your romantic charm

Cute haww! and sweet voice

And your reliable calm

"Submit unto my stubbornness, or

Prepare thyself for a war!"

Fights with you, I've loved yet hated

Scolding you I've always regretted

I dream of a world, devoid of labels,

In which you and I can play

An endless game of thumb-fight 

While in my arms you lay

"I'll love you the same forever," 

And similar shit they say

I won't lie; into my life may fly 

Another fay.

But, I promise in my heart

You shall stay

And always shine uniquely

As the polestar may

Visions of a lonely mind

"... in fiction, the author can really tell the truth without humiliating himself." -- Jim Rohn.

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"I need to talk to you. Alone." I said, trying to look as determined as possible and without losing eye contact.

"Now?! Class is about to start! Also, she doesn't want to talk to you." Her friend retorted.

"Please..." I reiterated, ignoring her friend, maintaining eye contact all throughout. Reluctantly, silently, her lizard eyes heeded. She had to! After all, she wanted to talk to me too. She did, right?

The curious case of Mug-buddies

Disclaimer: This post is written recklessly, without any effort to maintain sanity or to preserve a good-boy image, although considerable fight has been put to make it funny. References to real-life characters, though maybe true, are not meant to insult anyone. I am just having fun, my way. (Waise bhi kya ukhaad loge!?) Views presented are mostly mine but, as usual, I have taken opinion of several of my like-minded friends. They _totally_ agree with me. :D

     Since my childhood -- okay, fine... since 2nd year in IIT -- I have always wondered why people go to the library/dcf so enthusiastically and frequently. I didn't pay much attention to it until some of my CAT-enthu friends (no, not bestiality... the MBA-thingy) started going to Lib in the summer vacation for taking mock tests. They raped some, got raped in some. I used to join them, thinking I will also mug. LOL, I know. Result: lots of Anime and the beginning of my-fav-english-songs collection *sigh*. But knowledge comes in many forms. There, I got to see the bigger picture: answer to my childhood question.