It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll s...
i love to write poems adding a little more to bit less scribling the most chaotic words yet seem to perfectly coalesce but i would love to be poem once not the poet to read myself through someone elses words and feel overwhelmed yet be quite to know how it feels to be engraved on these disheveled yet safe guarded pages
to perish into dust yet to breathe through beautifully etched words for ages
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Dated - 3/6/22
This is one of my favorites since it is also one of the earliest I wrote when I really got into writing poetry <3
As our classes ended, I was approached by a girl from our van. "Sir said that our van will arrive 15 minutes later so we'll have to wait," she informed me
"Thanks for telling me," I said, giving her a small smile.
Dhriti and Saara's vans were already there. They both bid me and Divam goodbye and we were now left alone...with each other.
"Hey," He turned to me. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, go on," I said, feeling clueless about what he would ask.
"Is there something going on between you and Aadarsh?" he asked. I stood there silent, unsure of what to say.
"That...is a long story," I said, trying to dodge the topic.
"I think we have enough time now," Divam said, smiling. I realized that he wasn't going to leave me alone.
So I told him everything from the beginning until now. The first weird meeting, hating him, the realization, the unplanned confession, library scenes and his fight with Dhriti. All of it.
"So...I'd say there's nothing going on but a lot has happened," I said.
"Ahhhhh, I see," he said.
"but...I really thin-" he was about to say something when our van arrived. We both headed towards it.
As we settled into our seats, I couldn't help but remember that he was about to say something but didn't.
"Hey," I called out to him. "Weren't you about to say something?"
