Moments
There you go. With this poem I have officially joined the league of the hopelessly romantic. Please don't ask me "who is the girl" in this blog, as there isn't anyone. Well, not anyone in particular anyways ;)
And I am very much single while posting this one...
I am alive in those moments of Fantasy
When, like everyone else in the room,
my eyes were fixed on the speaker
but my mind was with you, sitting in front of me
imagining what would it be like
to braid your long flowing hair
When you spoke to me for the first time outside the cafeteria
and I was nodding and grinning foolishly, awestruck
and I expected to hear flutes and birds chirping when you spoke
But heard trumpets instead, like a dance group in a musical
while trying so hard not to think about kissing you right there
When you went on and on about how much you love him
and I was trying to force a smile
while burning up inside, almost shivering with rage
while devicing imaginary punishments to "him"
and simultaneously magically making everyone else in this world disappear
I am alive in those those moments of reality
When we reached our destination,
and you were still asleep on the back seat, sitting next to me
and when I couldn't help thinking how innocent you looked then
and took some time before I held out my hand to wake you up
And while being half asleep, you took my hand
held it for the first time, and embraced it
When you took a small detour from work to meet me during lunch
And I asked you in front of your colleague if I could pull your cheeks,
And I went ahead even when you said no
When watching the movie Blissfully,
I was eating popcorn, from your hands
Hoping that this moment never ends
When we argued in the middle of the road
over such a small thing that I don't even remember
But do remember wondering if it was better if I hadn't met you at all
And then spending the next 4 hours alone, restless
before patching up over the phone again
When I thought long and hard on what to present you
On your birthday, it was the first one knowing you
And I could come up with only an earring,
that even I knew didn't look great,
but you wore it proudly and even flaunted it for a week
When before I met you, "strong attachments", "expectations" and "impossible separation"
were only big words that I thought only crazy people used
until I had to leave you for a whole year
and I choked and couldn't speak for a whole day
I am alive in those moments to go back to
When you used to call me occasionally late at night
to share nothing really important
and sometimes your mom used to scold you
and you used to try your best to avoid embarrassment
When I still read our emails, now a few years old
and laugh on the silliness, on how immature we were
on the stupid topics of our conversations
on our preposterous dreams
When the affection between us was only beginning to show
When sparks were only beginning to flow
When they never wished that together we would stay
Who could have imagined we would come all the way
And I am very much single while posting this one...
I am alive in those moments of Fantasy
When, like everyone else in the room,
my eyes were fixed on the speaker
but my mind was with you, sitting in front of me
imagining what would it be like
to braid your long flowing hair
When you spoke to me for the first time outside the cafeteria
and I was nodding and grinning foolishly, awestruck
and I expected to hear flutes and birds chirping when you spoke
But heard trumpets instead, like a dance group in a musical
while trying so hard not to think about kissing you right there
When you went on and on about how much you love him
and I was trying to force a smile
while burning up inside, almost shivering with rage
while devicing imaginary punishments to "him"
and simultaneously magically making everyone else in this world disappear
I am alive in those those moments of reality
When we reached our destination,
and you were still asleep on the back seat, sitting next to me
and when I couldn't help thinking how innocent you looked then
and took some time before I held out my hand to wake you up
And while being half asleep, you took my hand
held it for the first time, and embraced it
When you took a small detour from work to meet me during lunch
And I asked you in front of your colleague if I could pull your cheeks,
And I went ahead even when you said no
When watching the movie Blissfully,
I was eating popcorn, from your hands
Hoping that this moment never ends
When we argued in the middle of the road
over such a small thing that I don't even remember
But do remember wondering if it was better if I hadn't met you at all
And then spending the next 4 hours alone, restless
before patching up over the phone again
When I thought long and hard on what to present you
On your birthday, it was the first one knowing you
And I could come up with only an earring,
that even I knew didn't look great,
but you wore it proudly and even flaunted it for a week
When before I met you, "strong attachments", "expectations" and "impossible separation"
were only big words that I thought only crazy people used
until I had to leave you for a whole year
and I choked and couldn't speak for a whole day
I am alive in those moments to go back to
When you used to call me occasionally late at night
to share nothing really important
and sometimes your mom used to scold you
and you used to try your best to avoid embarrassment
When I still read our emails, now a few years old
and laugh on the silliness, on how immature we were
on the stupid topics of our conversations
on our preposterous dreams
When the affection between us was only beginning to show
When sparks were only beginning to flow
When they never wished that together we would stay
Who could have imagined we would come all the way
posted by The Junkie at
1:14 AM
5 Comments:
well sorry to ask this but cant control who is SHE cause no one can write a poem like this just by any imagination. so please please let us friends also know who is the LUCKY ANYONE.
Well yes it's not entirely out of imagination...and I have said that already, haven't I (the part about not anyone in particular!).
If it helps, this poem has a handful of girls..all my crushes in life...and it is strictly not 100% reality. Almost 1/4th of it is imaginary...I have used what we call writer's "liberty" ;)
hahahaha! "poetic liberty" more like it:D Well portrayed, but some how the flow of events being so disconnected and routing out of anywhere, it had a slight pressure while reading it. If that's how it is when you are about to fall in, or in love then it's perfect.
Write on!
hi, good site very much appreciatted
Very romantic :) And writers (especially poets) have a way of stepping out of themselves & swimming in emotions.
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