"Memoirs of Unrequited Love- Part 2"

Don’t know whether this incidence, will make my Romanticism with Romance to another level or is it the end.


My mind questions me whether it was love for her or the fact that I am so in love with the idea of Love...

Or a strange illusion, that finally serendipitously the Lover’s unite and it continues everlastingly like an Eternal Love Story...

Strange are the ways of Love or is it my heart that led me to assume what was never mine…


Strange are the ways, when almost unexpectedly you meet the person of your dreams and till the time you get over that Phenomenon, they are gone like air... Making you still believe in their presence even after they have left a long time ago…

Strange are the ways, when you caught me gazing in your mesmerizing eyes...

Strange are the ways, when I see her face ubiquitously…

Strange are the ways, when even after a decade the feelings are still as fresh...

Strange are the ways, when you understood what goes in my heart and mind, but never recognized my feelings for you…


When flurry of tears stroll down from my eyes, I try to stop them, Question them for why they behave in such a dim-witted manner… They reply almost in an instance that they are just expressing oodles of priceless moments cherished with her…

Strange are the ways of Love…

May be someday optimistically I will be able to understand them… Whether it is my Idiocy or Love itself is a fallacy…

"Memoirs of Unrequitted Love"

“I know you are afraid, as much as I am,

From the so-called society, from friends and family,

Of a future uncertain, of life filled with struggle every day,

I don’t have much to bestow you,

No fancy possessions or fake promises or countless material goods,

The solitary solitaire I have is my infinite eternal love for you,

Loving you as selfishly as I breathe,

You can always sense it,

By the manner I gaze into your mesmerizing eyes,

The way I converse with you,

With every sparkling smile that comes on your face due to my idiocy,

I know, I have never told you in person about my feelings,

Reason being the fear that how you might respond,

For me the fact that I can make you smile is more than enough…

The pragmatic says that I should give up, move on and set off for a life without her,

But what they don’t realize is the truth that, she is as much in me as my breath, if I have to forget her then I have to forget myself… ”