For what she called Love

You asked me if I could help you a bit.
I said, “Why not? Just say it”.
You said that you were in something which you called love,
You wanted to confess it, but for you it was tough;
You requested for my advice,
And I felt like I was very wise.
I said, “A beautiful handwritten note and a flower will do.
But holding his hands, looking into his eyes and saying few worthy words would work too”.
You said thanks and blushed away,
I said welcome and moved on my way.
The very next day again you asked me.
You were hiding something in your heart I could see;
Repeating that same previous advice I said, “There is nothing more required”;
“But, what if I give him a gift?”, you inquired;
I just nodded, there’s nothing I wanted to say,
You started stalking me everyday.
Finally one day you drew of the curtain,
You said something which I wasn’t certain!
You said that you fell in love with me!
I thought how on earth that could be?
You said, “I love you very much!”.
But I wasn’t sure if it was really such
I didn’t say anything,
But you waited as for you the answer was everything,
I had no thoughts, I had no answers
Girl, I was completely nervous
The very next day on a big trouble did my mind land,
As to my horrible shock, I found you bandaged your hand!
My friends informed that you used a blade!
My heart and mind was furious,
I had no idea you were so serious!
But girl, one thing I was really sure
I wasn’t having that thing which you called love, but I was afraid of this truth, would you be able to endure?
I discussed with my mom and dad,
I was their friend more than their lad;
They were always good and nice,
In such complicated advice.
“Son, no need to be afraid,
Just let her know what you feel”, my dad said.
“But don’t go hard”, he was a knowledgeable man;
“Be soft and polite, be a gentleman.
Tell her the time is not right
Now, we have left to reach many height.
For now stay as a friend,
If not, there are many things which you will offend”
I met her the next day,
And said what my dad did say.
Of course she was broken,
But it was the only road left for me to be taken.
I must say that my dad was really right,
for that thing which she called love, she didn’t ever fight.
But still I can see a pleasant light,
Whenever her eyes are in my sight.

This incident happened when I was in 7th grade. I composed this poem today morning (1st April, 2016) around 9 am even before washing my face after waking up! 😀 haha… Yeah, I woke up a little late. 🙂

It is a Sad story

It is a sad story,
Which always stayed in my memory.
She was my dear
With whom I had no fear.
She was my best friend ever.
She told me she had met anyone like me never.

We were on a walk;
With the evening sun glowing bright.
We were in an exciting chat.
With a painful sudden shock-
I found there were blood in my sight.
But our hands were there still holding tight.

Laying beside me on the road,
And her head still bleeding
She said, “Hey dear, it’s nothing to fear
Because I am here…“.
After that what she said I couldn’t clearly hear.

As I woke up in the hospital room
I asked the nurse, “How is my friend?“.
She replied, “Are you feeling good little girl?“.
“I asked you how is my friend?“.
This time before she could answer
My mom and dad rushed inside with a doctor.

They took me to her room.
I saw her laying in the bed.
With bandages round her head.
The doctor said, “She has just a little time left!“.
Before I could say a word
She said, “Hey, are you going to cry?
You are not that little girl.
I know I am going to die.
But I don’t fear
As you are here.
But if you are going to cry, I won’t be able to bear
As you know, you are my dear“.
And she smiled with tears rolling down her eyes.

I was speechless, I was senseless.
I just hugged her tight.
And said, “Hey, it’s nothing to fear
Because I am here“.
But she was no more there.
She had gone far away
Crushing my heart and breaking her promise.

She was a brave girl and my best friend.
So, it was a sad story
And it would always stay in my memory.

 

 

I wrote this poem visualizing myself as a little girl as I wanted to find it out that I being a teenage boy myself, can create the picture of a poor little girl grieving for her lost best friend or not?

I hope you guys liked it.