Was never mine............
Everything was him;
Everywhere seemed he;
Knew not what to do;
But to do and give.
Infatuation it was;
Or so I thought.
'He can't be yours'
Once my friend told;
Tears beaded down;
Cuz truth was it,
Gave up hopes;
And all my dreams;
Pledged to forget him;
But failed to keep up.
'My dear friend
I just can't do it'
Little did I know;
That he would haunt me;
In my dreams and only dreams,
Dream was all it was;
Reality seemed an illusion.
What was I to do;
If he is all I could see.
Over was the infatuation,
Lived in reality;
Knew he wasn't mine;
So why should I try?
Days became weeks;
Weeks became months;
A vague bond was all it was.
Now I know he is not mine;
Still I can give the world for him
Hoped to receive;
Something in return;
Since I now know;
Even hope don't I arouse!
Intentions then;
Was stained and blurred,
Intentions now;
Is pure and clear.
Knew not what to do;
So let life steer as it would.
Little did he know;
What he had given me-
Courage, fear, determination;
And the way to go.
Thought I was going astray;
Now I hope I don't become right.
Can give the world;
For a smile of his;
Little does he know.
This wasn't infatuation;
Neither is a vacuum;
Then what is it?
I wish someone told me;
And I hope I knew!
Give it any name;
Won't make any sense;
' I can't see you hurt my friend'
I knew I surely was to be;
In a few more ticks.
But could not do anything;
To stop this rare feeling.
My destiny is written
Hurt, sorrow and broke.
Know I cant avoid it;
At least prepare for it;
Wish he would find out;
And tell me what it is.
All I can do now,
Is hope, give and dream;
Cuz I know-
he is not meant for me.
(may 2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
age old agony of unfullfilled love...nicely penned at the peril of brevity...like me you write long poems at times but then what to do sometimes one just wants to go on an on...cant dtop the flow of ideas great cheers