School-Crush II

 

Monday morning I woke up as usual but with preoccupied mindset of her reaction to my action. Every possible reactions were cooking inside me; will she be my friend hereafter or more than friendship boundary; won’t she throw the torn pieces of letter on my face or submit it to principal. I was terrified as if I was going to face the death penalty exam.

With reluctant mindset and willing appearance I went to school. I was like a starved dog craving food from the stranger’s house; if I don’t eat I will die. If I go there for food, won’t I face the stones? Still then, like a summit dog I went.

There she was talking with friends and illuminating whole surrounding with her beautiful bright smile. And here I am pretending to be lively being inside doomed. I tried to avoid eyeing her but some unconditional forces repelled me to avoid. So I looked at her without her notice which was my greatest present achievement.

“Any good news”, my hungry friends would ask me one after another. I had to remain silent to convince them ‘I am blank’. The war within has been heating and waiting for the end has been long…

“Hi-five dude” my naughty friend showed his big palm. I reacted with my small and asked “what happened?” in a whispering tone. “A reply from your newcomer angel” he proudly answered. Thereafter I was so happy that I felt cheerful like a lark. I snatch letter from him and rested it in my big pocket.

The letter was with me yet to read. My friends were nagging me like children doing to their father to read the letter. I couldn’t read in front of them doubting ‘rejection or acceptance’. I kept it for reading alone back at home. It was one thing to be happy that she took time to write and another thing to be happier was that the letter was in my hand. I was excited that, in the excitement of receiving letter I wrote this poem:::

First EPISTLE

Colorful as rainbow with full bright,

Copiously filled that perpetual heart,

Highly valued although so light,

Alluring heart of gleaming dearth,

Her most decorated among those.

Compared to gold, nothing less better,

The waiting truth of her inner thoughts,

Fully painted that sheath of letter;

Till the date, my errand had never brought.

No words to wish, I wish him blooming life.

Wonder as warrior and cheerful as lark,

I waited to visit through like flowing stream.

Bright to brighter 0r dim to dark

Most trusted that I never dreamt.

I wandered with that thirsty heart,

Until, I discover her inner passion,

Our journey maybe to either side

Only god knows the real mission,

The missions of my inner crave…

To laugh with your treasuring lines

And to hold you in the distant miles,

So as I wait, the rays shall shine,

Like the brightest flower of June,

So shall I can dance in your tune…

In the evening I reached back home and kept my bag on the table. I took out the letter in the excitement, it seemed well perfumed one. I took long breath, then hold a while and uncovered it. Unbelievably, there I found…