Pratim Bishnu (10/10/1993 / Barrackpore)
She Doesn’t See.
She doesn’t see what you feel,
she is too busy chasing air,
she doesn’t bother that she is your cornerstone,
she doesn’t see that you do care.
She is used to the words you say,
a million people have said it before,
so what’s new with you saying them anyway?
How does she know you mean any of them?
How does she understand that you are not like the rest?
How does she know that you genuinely love her?
How can she really tell that you are not just interested in what’s underneath her vest?
Well, she can’t,
the small things are not that important to her.
She tend to play with fire,
when you just sit there separating the ash from the smoke.
When you plan to give out your sweet heart,
all she wants is diet coke.
So what do you cling on to now?
it all seems very vague,
for all that you want for her,
you are just another one of her big mistakes.
When you think she loves you so,
just when you think you can call her your own,
you get to hear that you are not the only one who is getting to call her phone.
The things that she said to you,
the things that you wanted to hear,
the things that made you valiantly laugh,
the things that dried your tears.
Those things are just a norm, a protocol of her’s,
for all the rest as well, when for her attention they call.
Those word that kept you breathing,
those words that taught you to fight,
you were never more than regular,
it turns out, that in the end, they were just typical conversational lines.
What to do now?
You are just too weak to walk away,
you dived too deep for her,
all you can do now is just sit and pay,
well everyone does at some point or other,
but why did it have to be for her you think.
For was your love not enough?
Are you really that bad?
Why did it have to be her, who made you sad?
You know, its going to end sometime soon,
you understand that she gets bored easily,
that’s her precious boon.
Well, she will forget you as well,
you are soon to be the rust kissing that unused tool.
You cannot force her to love you so what else can you do.
You can kill yourself in this pain this bloody gloom,
Wait for her till death,
just to prove your point,
wait with your intentions held strong,
let her kiss another man,
let her not answer your calls.
You be that outcaste, that long beard weirdo among men,
people will talk, crap that’s all they can do,
let them, cause they can never understand love, like you.
Every morning check your mails for her smell,
talk to her within your mind, when you are alone,
till one year the pre-puja sunshine breaks her blindfold,
till she sees you.
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