The Letter...

The Letter
I wrote,
to her I love...
to him I wanted to love...
to her who used to be mine
to him who could never be mine
to her I lived beside
to him I never caught sight.

The Letter 
I hid,
from her who trusted me
from him who didn't know me
from her who never asked
from him who didn't show
from her who tried
from him who forgot

The Letter 
I wrote...
to her all my heart
to him all my thoughts
to her all my questions
to him all my agony
to her all my memories
to him all my dreams.

The Letter
I tore...
for her comforting denial
for him and his unseen life
for her daily tryst
for him and his absence
for her love and her smile
for him and his void.

Love at 21

Love doesn't happen just that once...
Neither does it happen twice..!

Love has forever been the mystery
Love has always been the price.
To me it happened then and again...
To me it happened now...
To me the love remained...
To me it was never lost, to be found.

For,
Love doesn't happen just that once,
Neither does it happen twice..!

Of the twenty odd years I have lived
Peeped in and out it might;
Love has not much changed since...
Just that: love now has a price...
On a brighter note, let's just say...
I am now better placed
To finally pay it more than thrice..!!

For, Love as I said,
Doesn't happen just that one...
Neither does it happen twice..!!