Wat did that feeling play'd role in my first love? *Possessiveness* and *emotional breakdown
Water,
As long as you keep your hand gently open and allow it to remain there,
It will never leave your palms, saluting your gentle care.
However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it,
It will spill through the first cracks it finds. These few lines surely arrests some artful substance in it.
A pulsating organ never lets her loved one's brown eyes roam..
His every second, she wanted to own.
He is Mine, all mine, her heart always cried.
She was ready to kill every girl who stood her boy's aside.
She wanted to possess him rather like a non living gem.
She even started hating all the roots who supported his stem.
It became a communal nature of her heart to fear a potential betrayal of loosing a loving admirer.
So, she forced her physical body to get personified as an enquirer.
Gradually, her ears were occupied with some 'Storming' rumours.
She was dumb enough to interpret that she was being pranked by some homicidal envious loosers.
Depth of her 'love is true ' feeling started getting sliced away.
Intense dislike, aversion, hatred and such depressing feelings kissed her day.
Bad luck grounded her life as her exams were dancing around and she was busy creating useless fears.
She became frustrated and faster than it seemed, she started shedding tears.
She felt cheated and started blaming her loving half.
Those bloody jealous rumour spreaders ultimately got an awesome reason to laugh.
Her loved one was practical, so he didn't accept any blame and left her unaccompanied.
He never thought inside her love, someone had planted a revengeful seed.
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poem by Nikhil Chandwani
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