There stood a girl
Besotted by the memories he gave

Wishing to make things right
To just make everything fit into something

Clinging on to what gave her the high
Hoping it to stay forever

A hankering for a peaceful ending
Yearning to settle with what she mistook for an unicorn

End of the day, All she did was
Leave all things undone!

There she was
Inebriated in a feeling of him

Trying to deplore all emotions
His images, memories and what not

Forever would rue the day she let it happen
Obviously lamenting over the non-happenings

Trying all sorts of escape mechanism
To get away from the mortal love

For all she wanted was a Closure
But was she ready for it?

On a cold winter evening
with the night setting in
She sat at that bench
With her favourite pudding

Just across her most treasured one
Watching him gulp his hot mocha

That rare and beautiful moment,
the mouth watering pudding,
The lovely weather and atmosphere
Or the handsome trouble

There she sat, not knowing
which of these should she admire.

At that moment, the world became slow to her
just away from the techo world
They had their heart to heart conversation
with no tags attached whatsoever

He came in like a brushing wind
Soft and calm and so soothing
Little did she know she was getting into a mess

Those warm hugs, tender lips
Giving her precious memories for life
Little did she know she was getting into a mess

To all the sides of him that she loved
And to all the times she missed out to unlike him
Little did she know she was getting into a mess

She wished for colourful moments
Beautiful memories
But,

For whatever life is worth,
is this mess really worth it?

Quivered by the unfairness of life,
She looked out for you.

Shuddered with lack of trust,
She looked out for you.

Wanting to circumvent all sadness,
She looked out for you.

Being smitted with him,
She had no choice
But to be clobbered
With the bout of emotions

Out of the blue
Happy or sad he asked
She looked into his eyes and wondered
Only to realize the truth

For little did she know that
all that would remain is
an unrequited feeling.

– Aish

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