Long Lost Love

                You know, at some point of time in life, you are forced in to a situation where you have to choose whether to hold on, hang on or move on this may be with a person or an object which you loved, loved with all your heart. 

                I was forced into such a situation, by the one whom I loved with all my heart and soul. Love, is the most painful thing for a few of us who never had our love reciprocated, an agony, a death in disguise, For people who were successful, huh!! I don't know how it feels and it's none of my business.

                Yeah, my love failed miserably and I was pushed to the point where I had to choose whether to hang on, hold on or move on..

What did I do??  I did a medley of all the three. 

                 I tried to pen down all my thoughts and the main reason why I write this is, Every time when I try to write something, I am literally grilled to death by all her thoughts.there is a feeling of incompleteness, I wanted to complete this piece of art. I finally did and it took four long months!!.

                 I am calling her Amy in this poem for privacy concerns, or maybe if she sees this let her assume that I forgot her name.   

Here it goes...

It all started with her voice,
She was so much like an angel in disguise. 
Even angels would fall for the way she speaks.
And the most beautiful thing was the dimple on her cheek.. ..


I liked Amy a lot,
Who would probably not?
Only blinds and stupids would fail,
To notice her beautiful heart...


I proposed her!!


She rejected me saying I was Younger and Shorter,
I said her that age and height were just a number.
My heart entirely shattered out,
When she said" This love is not going to work out".


She said I was not trustworthy,  
She said that I was always lying,
You know, the biggest lie, I ever said was.
"I AM OKAY", even though I was dying.


Finally,I was left with two options,
To be her friend and hang on.
Or forget her and move on.

In fact, I tried to move on like I don't care,
But, my love for her would not so easily spare.
I even tried to forget her and wipe her out of my imagination,
But once I snap back to reality, she'd come back to life again.

I know, she was right.

She might compromise once  or twice,  
But when compromises gets crammed up
It's  not "COMPROMISE" its "SACRIFICE"...

I moved on.
At least that is what she thinks.

But, deep in the lurid darkness.
I am dying every second with pain,
Every single thought of Amy,
Is hurling aches through my vein.

Though she left me alone in the dark,.
Her memories for ever shall remain.
If I had a chance to change my fate,
I would wish to be with Amy again.
                                                                          Adhi..
                                                                           22/12/2014