My hands at poetry- 2

Days I waited

For a miracle to happen

But soon realised

It was a now or never

It was me who had to deliver

As her chat list

Began to swell

For me an alarm bell

It was high time

I had to do something

And I panicked.

Picked up arguments

Fought for her

Grabbed a pen

Wrote for her

Turned insecure

Also for her

None of them helped.

Instead I went down

the pecking order

Perhaps it was me

The new me she didn’t like

My mood changes showed

A sudden spike

Perplexed if it was me

Or she

Who changed

Or was I deluded

All this while


My hands at poetry- 1

One wrong move and it was all over

Helpless I stood trying to get just a glance

How wrong I could’ve been

Thought I was in with a chance

Not too long ago

Probably a summer back or two

All looked lucent

Fairytales do exist

She is the one

On loop in my mind

It had to be her

I had no plan b,c or d

Flirty exchanges, raised brows

The paparazzi the grapevine

Good recipe for a desi flick

I thought i had a great story to tell

Then one day the bomb dropped

“He is my bae”

All over before it had even begun

It was an easy choice for her

To keep me as her wingman

I obliged

With a broken heart

Knew I’d never

Get another go

At a girl as pretty as her

Move on or curse my luck

A decision I need to take

Rather quick.I am shattered.