One that got Away

Got
Everyone as someone that got away,
childhood friend whose face would not go away,
high school crush that you think of to this day,
a college love that made you go astray.
 
Sometimes you would wonder where they are now,
wanting to know what they are doing now.
Have mental picture of them crystal clear,
once in a while in your dreams they appear.
 
Do you feel sad that they are not with you?
Wish them good things in life with someone new?
Do you hold grudge for them not being yours?
You carry on with what life has in store?
 
These passionate feelings have no control,
sucking your rational thoughts like sinkhole.
Do you let hate and anger consume you?
or you waste your time by feeling blue?
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Autumn Leaf

Just like dried up autumn leaf I float,
not one trajectory to devote.
Twisting winds can carry me where they please,
will savor this movement of the breeze.
 
Have love and been loved a thousand times,
have lost the track of how many times.
Blame it on the Karma, I would say,
wouldn’t choose it any other way.
 
Life is all about search and seeking,
day you end up search, you start dying.
Then its too late to start lamenting,
so live life like there is no ending.
 
More you give, more you have, Love I mean,
open your eyes, then it can be seen.
Hearts get wounded, that’s part of the game,
so what’s in harm relighting old flame? 

THE ONE

What needs to be said has been said,
letter has been written in red.
This heart has been stabbed and it bled,
yet the deep feeling hasn’t fled.
 
Lost cause from the beginning,
had to try to make a winning.
One never knows without trying,
you end up loving or crying.
 
Few glimpse here and a smile there,
thought we had a moment to share.
Thought we would make a perfect pair,
but she wasn’t the one to care.
 
So we are here, back to square one,
figuring out the mistakes done.
Replaying the scenes one by one,
with the pain which can’t be undone.

Numbers and Faces

1.

 
Story is about numbers and faces,
started in college in bygone ages.
On bus ride to Dhasa was the first contact,
with a face I barely remember much.
 
Deepti Naval’s face she did resemble,
was pleased to find her so agreeable.
For few hours we made love in an inn,
that is how the number story begin.
 
Although I lost my chastity that day,
memories are too hazy for replay.
Not asking her number I do regret,
but she being first, how can I forget.
 
2.
 
Nothing exciting about number two,
emotions were missing between us two.
My dear friend wanted first contact with her,
he lost the race coz he was amateur.
 
It was certainly an awkward mating,
with roommates pretending to be sleeping.
Was a mutual consent with no contract,
it lasted two days and we lost contact.
To be continued……