FADED WISHES

FADED WISHES— A POEM ABOUT LOST LOVE

And from where I sit in my balcony,

I see him standing across the lane,

Making a conversation with Bethany,

And upon my lips, a smile came;

For she’s just a friend,

And I am?

His bestfriend.  His girlfriend.

 

Sometime later,

I see her leave,

I do let out a silent heave

For I know she’s better than I can ever be.

And yet,

I find him approaching towards our porch,

In no time I am running down the stairs,

At the speed of rocket launch.

The bell sounds, the door I let open,

And the adrenaline rush makes me go inane.

By the door he leans,

I see my prince charming in him,

Wearing those faded blue jeans,

Making me ponder—am I really HIS?

 

We leave for a walk by the river

Coz I’ve heard him say to many other—

“It’s my favorite place to be with her.”

So with the wind against our face,

Our fingers intertwined like knotted shoe lace,

His thumb brushed against knuckles of mine,

And I knew it right then,

He’ll always make me feel this fine,

He’ll forever and always be mine.

For the future we plan for us together,

Holding on to each other forever,

Realizing how perfect we are for each other.

 

Suddenly he lets go of my hand,

And I see him removing the LOVE Band,

I panic and ask him why?

“Trust me, YOU don’t wanna see me die!”

And then he starts to run.

I try, I follow, I run.

But it’s no longer our childhood’s Hop and Catch fun.

As he moved further away,

I see him waning away.

I scream out his name

And I realize it’s all in vain.

For I find myself

Holding on to my teddy,

Which on my 12^th birthday,

He gifted to me himself.

I let out a sigh,

And then I hug my teddy again, bursting out into a cry.

For I couldn’t let go of my Imagination,

Craving for his touch, a temptation;

I cry louder in frustration,

But now it’s all a devastation

Coz his death was an end to my own creation.

~~~~~~  MANIDIPA

 

 

My take on today’s daily prompt word: Imagination. I know it might sound cliché and all. But I’d love to believe in the power of imagination which lets us live in a world which can’t be ours. May be it once used to be, but not any more.

Also I owe my inspiration to the numerous love songs I started listening to at the age of 13(well particularly TAYLOR SWIFT and JUSTIN BIEBER). U might be able to relate the first part of this poem as a picture from SWIFT’s “YOU BELONG WITH ME”. Also my inspiration comes from Shawn Mendes’s IMAGINATION song and last but not the least my fellow bloggers who write such beautiful poems and have encouraged me to keep on writing with my individuality intact. So a big thanx to all of you. 

Do leave a feedback on what you feel about this poem.

FEATURE IMAGE: Errrr… credits to my hand and my neighbor’s garden. LOL!

Also, if you like this poem, you may look through the other POEMS I have put up on my blog.