Poetry

His First Dream

His first dream, his first friend,
her company where he didn’t need to pretend.
To him, there wasn’t anything more appealing
and not very later, it gave rise to a much stronger feeling.
But oh child! The two are poles apart.
Friendship is a responsibility, love a commitment,
all you’ve done is read Shakespeare and Margaret Mitchell,
but the truth sadly none of these tell.

He longed for her magical touch, her one look,
‘Best friends’ on the face, secretly he yearned for more than the hand she shook.
Wait oh young man,
let your heart not rule your brain
let her words not drive you insane.
For her, you are just a comrade
For her, love is a trade.
Stop oh Romeo!
Do you even realize what path you are treading?
In silence, secret chains of admiration you are threading
In her happiness, you find solace,
her dream is your dream, chaste.

Think my dear, you didn’t stop when it was needed,
to your emotions, her heart never heeded.
You held her hand, while she searched for the one she wanted to embrace.
Her friendship to you is enough, it is God’s holy grace.
Yet she hurt you, crumpled you, left you to die.
‘We will always be together’, time and again she mouthed the lie
and then she left him.

Numb he sits, drying his wet eyes,
to escape her hauntings, in vain he tries.
Yet she remains unknown what you feel,
her love, your broken heart loves to conceal.