Naam Me Kya Rakha Hai?

Maybe once again I’ve made a wrong move,   The Cupid has struck the wrong two, And it’s me who’s gotten the blues to my sky, It was never his fault.  Maybe once again I am the only one To feel the way I do and my charm is not really working on him,  As it should. Because when I look into his eyes, I see myself but his body retracts,  We are opposites and I thought we attract.  Maybe the night I thought is the most beautiful day of my life,  Was just a moment that happened and had no meaning at all.  Maybe me skipping a beat at his touch was just like that,  Him feeling the rush was just like that.  Our first kiss, maybe it was too  A moment of weakness, that I mistook for a yes to the question in my head,  And maybe, just maybe all of this was my fairytale that happened after too long but a short one with no happily ever after ahead.  Maybe I’m too quick to judge? As things do not rush and I start to Panick if this book I’ve started to write ma

Fingers intertwined like the words in our mind. Too much to ask, too much to understand.  I want to say ‘yes’ to a question he never asked,  He said ‘yes’ with his eyes to many romantic tales in my head.  We promised without words,  We held our hearts on palm and closed it, just for a moment.  Our love or like or whatever special that makes us feel butterflies,  Is sure to go away in some time.  Windows will blow away the love and bring reality to our notice,  But still we want to indulge and immerse ourselves to the feeling of happiness we have in our tummy, which reflects right on our face when our eyes meet.  We never boast of it to be love, Nor we are rushing to name or tag this.  There are doubts, inhibitions and fears, natural to build-up.  But there’s an unknown trust, varied emotions, and fear of losing each other. He wants her to know his scars, good and bad,  She speaks her heart out whether love or the future with him that she will never h