With every passing season I tried
to stop myself , and yet I cried,
not for the moments we were with each other,
but for those we could’ve been together.
I wished I could just bare my heart
to the only one it longed for,
I wished I could just make a start
for the love that I so sought for.
But afraid I was to say it all,
to come to you or even make a call,
as I feared what your answer would be,
although I knew I would lose a part of me.
So I finally gave my emotions ink,
when I wrote them down in an eye’s blink.
I poured my heart out like never before,
like a sea-hungry river racing for the shore.
The words wept along with me,
to which the moist letter bears testimony.
The trembling pen pleaded me to cease
but I had to write on, to end my worries.
Then atlast I held it up high,
and admired it from each eye,
for I hadn’t written anything so fair,
and I kissed it with hopes so dear.
“He just cannot say no”,
My dear friend would say,
“and you should straight away go,
give it to him, then pray.”
And there I stood in the deserted way,
waiting for him on one end’s entrance,
to say how I have loved you with my life and soul,
and why I just could not say it all.
I heard his laughter from the other end,
how mesmerized I was by it I couldn’t pretend;
but there he entered hand in hand, with another girl,
My vision went black, and my mind was in a whirl.
I ran away as fast as I could,
But couldn’t escape my shadow of despair;
and somewhere alone, restless, I stood,
and for the world around me, I no more cared.
I knew my feelings were betrayed
by the one for whom they ever lived.
Now years after the love that I had put in verse,
The letter still lingers somewhere in my purse.
