15

This one was written when I was no older than perhaps 15.This was my first work so obviously it is not the best,But still it holds a special spot in my heart.

15

Let me tell you a story of a boy and girl,

This story may be true;

For the boy in question is actually me,

The girl may be anyone but you;

A young lad of 15 with a heart of gold,

Entered the real life;

Subjected to rude awakening,

In love even truth lies;

The girl in question was a flirty princess,

Her hobby was breaking hearts;

The boys dreams crumbled and fell,

Like a house made of playing cards;

The wound was deep;

The pain intense;

To him nothing of this game made sense;

This game,the game of love,

was to him the journey of life;

He still kept smiling,still kept laughing;

And hid the pain behind his eyes........

Friends first love is the one which is always remembered by us no matter how old we grow.My first love was a lie,And it still hurts................

The balcony girl

Well ladies and gentlemen,During my stay at kota My room opened directly opposite to the balcony of a room in a nearby girls hostel,And the owner was well........Charming.I always felt a pull towards her but since i was already seeing someone I wrote something for her and put her in the back of my head.

The balcony girl

I sit on my table to get some work done;

My gaze wanders through my window;

And there she is,sitting motionless;

The Balcony Girl;

She loves to toss her hair in the sunlight;

But it's her smile that makes me give up all my fight;

My pen,long stopped,is kept on the desk;

My heart starts beating loudly in my chest;

Her carefree demeanor,her charming smile;

Makes my life in this hell a little worthwhile;

She looks my way every now and then;

Her eyes so shiny that could dazzle all men;

Whenever I drift down the memory lane;

I can still see you smile balcony girl;

I'm too much of coward to ask your name 'tis true;

But all my little rhymes are dedicated to you;

My charming--->Balcony Girl

You see i could never ask her name,Nor could I get a picture of her.All i knew was that she lived in front of my room.I had plenty of such experiences which are presented on the sister blog .Please do give a visit.

The day that never came

I sat around messing things up and waiting for when time was ripe;

Kept staring out of the foggy window,and wishing that I was right;

I saw your face in the spiraling smoke coming out of the embers red;

I closed my eyes,went back in time remembering all the things you said;

You called me strong,you called me weak,you said that I was a lie,;

The way you said those things made me wish to give up and just die;

Why?Why was I so wrong when everyone else for you was right;

Was it the way I loved you,or was it that single fight;

The grudge you held against me was tearing me apart;

How could I choose to hate you with your name etched on my heart;

I hope we meet again sometime but things will not be same;

This lonely heart still looks out for the day that never came.......

Intro

There was a time I used to write a few lines for her,She made me promise her That one day I would write something for her.Well,that was the last thing she ever said to me....
So since I have time now,i write and I write not only because I want to,I write because I don't want to leave a thing buried inside me,I want it all out of my mind.