Another droning lecture and I am back to my poetry tactics. Well, I wrote this while the class struggled to stare and miserably failed to keep its eyes open in a lecture on hydrocracking. Was it hydrocracking? I am not sure.

Anyway, this one is actually inspired from an episode of ‘The Wonder Years’ and a li’l of it has my school life in it too.

So, here goes…

The Sweet Pain

Sweet, indeed, is the pain as you reminisce those moments,
And relive the heart beats that accompanied you.
As you take the path down memory lane again,
That girl, your buddy, stands out in the queue.

Ah! The softness of her skin, the lilt in her voice,
And the flowing hair that smelt like fresh cut hay.
The cuts and curves of her gown flawless,
And the most sparkling smile that lit your day.

One dance is all I ask for and you lovingly oblige,
We sway to the music, the affection seeps through.
The night seems to be my best friend,
As it envelops the intimacy between me and you.

I wish to the heavens above – Let the night never end
But dawn has to break, the warm sun godsend.
And before I could pop the question, our paths diverged away;
As I was left thirsty and away was snatched from me your bay.

I never knew how you felt back then, nor do I know now,
I wonder where you are, and how life has given you reasons to ‘Wow!’
But every morning as I rise with the sun, I feel alive,
And your memories fill me with love and I know you too remember me somehow.

Well, there goes

Siddhartha