We were stranger until I saw her,
we met once or two and laughed a few,
I got her name and added on social
Flowers were blooming around the corner
I became friends with friends of her friends
strolling together, excited and anxious
hands in hands, first year ends.
We met and talked, Got an habit
Shared our secrets, promised to keep it.
We joked and laughed almost on everything
We listend to our heart bells ringing.
flowers had grown around the corner
I scratched a stone and let her read
I love you , be my girlfriend instead
With a nod of yes, Second year passed
We were ardent lovers in a making,
meeting everyday and often dating
breaking the bounds fooling around
Flowers were rich with scents and colors
We counted stars, sang the songs
on a bed of clouds we kissed and moaned
stories in nights and care in days,
Third year went away.
Fourth Year was a little bit gruesome
we talked little less and fight little often
once out of track
we couldnt make it back
things became worse, worse became worst
We quit, got hurt, silently cry
we left each other without a goodbye
We were again stranger, I never saw her
Fourth year ends, with a heart full of dents
Flowers were dead around the corner
oh no! 😦 Is there going to be a fifth year now — with thorns falling away and a little rose bud appearing — one smile, one sms and one single word of pure love?
That would have been so good , but it is not gonna happen sorry, In fact, there will be new flowers which will always stand around the corner irrespective of weather and situations. 🙂
Piognant yet beautiful
Thank you Sakshi, Only if we can find lessons through the painful pasts and only keep it’s beautiful part to us, We will be more content than ever. Thanks for your like.
That’s a great thought and honestly it’s all about conditioning your mind …may be you do achieve remembering only beautiful parts
Yes, We should always try to get positive things from any incident.
Wow that’s awesome
Thanks for the liking it . 😌
My pleasure
OMG! That’s very upsetting. 😐 Such a romantic tale suddenly took an unexpected turn. It hurt! Also, if I am guessing correctly, the four years here refer to the four years of college life? 🤔
ummm Yes, You are guessing it right. Life changes a lot from first year to fourth year. It’s the experience which make us what we are.
Exaclty, totally agreed!