Thought of finally saying out how he really felt,
What never came out, what shouldn’t wait.
Someone intervened before he could assert,
Too late. He was too late.
Never again will I walk these paths,
Never again will I feel this breeze.
Never again will you see me,
On the same boulevards that had come to be a part of me…
I Looked at your eyes, smitten,
And asked with a voice that was shaken,
“Will you be mine, for now and till eternity,
Or will you say no,
And forego this chance at serendipity…”
Picnic was an event that I usually preferred to skip. But in engineering I had found a reason to attend it. And the reason was quite simple, logical and primal. I liked a girl and I took every opportunity to be with her. Picnic simply provided me with an opportunity to interact with her without any one raising an eyebrow.
Empty eyes stare out,
Broken dreams are all that’s found..
A shadow, A shell, A hollow soul,
Drowning in depths, yet unknown..