ripenserei che non sei qua

I remember getting lost in Jersey

With the one with black curls

Buying daisies of different colors

For the blonde who didn’t care

Eating cupcakes, strumming a pink guitar

With my brown eyed girl

And what you wore the third time I saw you

We held tight in Rome during the fall

6 hours from the common room

You let go

The difference between a boy who lies and a man who regrets

4 years

And now I can’t remember how you taste when you sweat

I forgot how you smell and how you moaned

Tight blue Seven jeans

Maroon tank with thin straps

A few yellow-orange streaks peaking out from behind your brown hair

You caught me staring through my silver and blue Oakleys

But I never looked away

4 years

I emptied out the trunk I kept you in

Every hallmark card, every artifact

Threw out the photo albums

Scraped your face off my hard drive

7 years

There’s still one picture stuck up on my wall

Waiting still behind a draped flag above my bed

Of you posing on the steps of “the wedding cake”

Our last days in Rome

Trying to fill all my unused rolls of film

Now

My last clear memory

On a blurry 4x6

An awkward pose, a forced smile

Sleepy eyes and perfectly straight hair

My last clear memory

The look you gave me

That it had been a long day

And you were done

I wanted to Experience 'It'..!! - 55 Fiction

All the girls in my class were talking about it... I wondered what was so special.

That evening, I told Di about it. She exclaimed,"Happens.. Common in teenage.. Nothing is real.. It's all Fantasy...Stay out..!!"

But I was anxious. Stealthily, I went to the old book store and got my first MILLS & BOONS..!! ;)

P.S. :- A small attempt to write about one of my teenage fantasies. So was MILLS & BOONS a part of your growing up too...??? (Of course, this is for all the females on this blog ...!! ) :P :P

Wish you a very Happy Women's Day...!!!

Memories

A five year old, with his father's clothes bagging over him, looking out at the world, confident, indispensable. he is the ruler of the world, in the armor of his idol. he moves along the roads of life, with his head held high, looking with jealousy at the tall creatures, unnoticed, he imagines hes big and controlling 'em. when the crowd subsides, he realizes, in tears, hes lonely, he calls for his mother, shes right behind him, she gives him a hug to fill his emptiness. one noble day he discovers the thing called chewing gum, has fun sticking it into other's hair until he realizes it is edible, wonders for a moment how much he missed. he needs a hand at night, to fight the evil monsters that pop up in his dreams. he has the hand with him, he sleeps in peace.



Now he needs no hand at night, he has power to fight anything. the picture of his parents with him beside his bed is now replaced by a beautiful angel. instead of being haunted by deadly monsters at night, now he swims in the ocean of heaven created by his love. he's happy and is there to thank his parents for everything they did for him.



Still.... i miss the young him sometimes, which is resting in peace deep inside me, free from mischiefs and fears.

sometimes when i feel lonely, i open up the door and meet him.........................can never forget him.


Originally posted at RITWIK IN SEARCH