Oh! what days they were,
It was just me and her!
Our romance, a rage it was,
I still remember that garden of her thoughts.
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That garden where we met each day,
In her lap I would spend my day,
She’d caress me with her pen,
Her thoughts, her words,
Her dreams soaring like lovebirds,
I remember being lost there often afterwards.
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She’d talk of flowers, of beauty, of stars,
And we’d be engrossed in each other for hours,
She’d say I gave her goosebumps.
In a moment I could make her laugh,
In a moment I could choke her throat with a lump.
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She said I was her treasure,
And so she’d flaunt me with utmost pleasure,
Her close ones got to see my best,
But she fiercely guarded me from the rest.
I loved my place in her heart,
Nothing could have ever tore us apart.
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And was I so proud when she told her folks,
Her life plan was me, and not some bloke,
They said with me she may just end up broke,
She said we’d make a perfect couple, and a perfect career.
As long as we were together there couldn’t be any fear,
Who knew it was, and it was lurking dangerously near.
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The world was waiting for us,
It knew only words merciless and cuss.
They ridiculed, rubbished and even laughed at me,
They told her “you are capable of better, baby.”,
I was just a load of rotten baggage,
It was painful seeing her battle for me,
Against a world so savage.
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So when she refurbished me I didn’t protest,
I knew it was the world and not me who she detests,
We knew success was in store,
We just had to knock the right door,
But what pained me was to see the tiny drift,
With every battle was she losing confidence in her special gift?
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And when she won her first case,
Was I to find solace?
When all I could see beyond the door was yet another rat-race.
She couldn’t see the battles coming,
the bitterness, the competition, the daze.
For a moment even I forgot all that,
in the divine happiness on her face.
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Our welcome was bright and warm,
And then came the signs of the impending storm.
The storm I’d feared outside,
But here it was us to battle with the tide.
"Think positive" she said, "think of it as a roller coaster ride"
"We’ll hold tight", she said as it came near,
But wave by wave I could only feel the hold weaken and tear.
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We managed to crusade out of it together,
But I could see the toll of the rough weather.
While her belief stood strong, a lot inside her had succumbed,
What I saw next to me was a girl drenched in bitterness and numbed.
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She was not the same Meet,
Whose words were soothing and bubbling with expression,
Her writing had started reeking of hatred and depression.
Now she hardly beckoned me with her mind or her pen,
I lay somewhere in the shadows, hoping for some zen,
Some zen to bring her back,
Only to silently recoil, seeing her mounting work stack.
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She said she has no time for me,
We were good only as childhood friends.
“Friends” I cringed, flinched with sorrow,
Is there no hope, is she now so hollow?
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So I closed my eyes and accepted the rift,
She’d chosen to stay away from her special gift,
I couldn't accept miracles in this big bad world,
Where there were only machines no love birds.
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But one day came an unexpected ‘Pat’
She came home and opened her pad,
And out came a flow of something familiar.
One line, another and it only got better.
She was beckoning me with all her attention,
I was only too eager to return her affection,
An affection we’d both been missing so bad,
After all we’d not entirely lost what we had.
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Now when I see her I fret no more,
She was always the girl I adored,
As easily as I’d branded her insensitive,
When it came to evoke her strongest passion,
She again beckoned her most special gift.
And if you still need an introduction to her love,
Take a good look at my structure from above.
P.S. If you still haven't guessed the special gift, it is writing poems! :) And the 'She' in this poem is Me. :)
