Back To Square One?

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Would you believe me
If I say, I love you
He said timidly
Not his usual way
To say it
I looked into his eyes
Tried to be serious
But something inside me
Made me laugh a thunder
And I laughed heartily
Come on! Believe me
Pleeeezz! He said (a bit embarrassed)
Trust me! I am not the same
I have changed to the core
Can the things between us be the same
As they used to be
His words made me laugh even harder
Trust me, I believe you, I said
With a wet smile on my face
Coz I have experienced change
Even I am not the same
I fear that things between us will be the same
I cant be back to square one

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About neetuwali

Hi! I am Neetu. Who am I? This question is very difficult to answer. Well! If you insist, let me reveal. I am a human and like every other human I eat, sleep, drink, dance, sing, laugh, smile, cry and so on. Hang on! There is a difference. Unlike most of the human beings, I breathe and when I breathe, I relax. When I am relaxed, I draw. I draw sketches of me in words. I have been orbiting around sun for forty years now. I started this journey on the Valentine day of 1974. I have seen people craving for heaven and I was born in the only heaven on earth (Kashmir). My Grandfather was a spiritual personality and a renowned poet of his time. Though he left me around 35 years ago, I couldn’t let him go. I carry him in my eyes and mind and will do that till the end of my life. I hate words, yet I am full of words. I know words cannot express, yet I express me through words, because they are the only medium I am familiar with. That is why I try to express me as much as possible with as minimum words as possible. When I did Masters in business administration, I never knew, writing will be the only business in my life. More than hobby writing is a necessity for me, because it helps me get the load of thoughts off my head. I don’t remember when it that I wrote my first poem was. But I surely know the time of my last poem. Surely,not before my last breath.

2 thoughts on “Back To Square One?”

  2. ramesh rai

    Emotions are nicely crafted but some afar from poetic ambit. But need not to think it happens with me also.

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