What Are My WordsWorth

22. Sheer Poetry He Is

rare is our empathy

rare is our affection

they who see only red as the love

are blind to our devotion , the infinite spectrum

my lungs gave up oxygen

getting addicted to his scent

he fed my veins the love

when my body was starving

after each penny i misspent

i surrendered myself to my darling

my head bowing down to him

only to see his head at my feet

telling me not to commit such a sin

he holds the hands of every happiness around

and drags it all the way to me

and he is my pretty blue sky

a home

to whom i flee

wearing the virtues on his shoulders

he brought the chivalry to its knees

i only meant to turn him into words

realizing what i had written was poetry

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"Have you ever been in a relationship before?" he asked suddenly, catching me off guard.

I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the unexpected question. "Yeah," I lied, not wanting him to think that I was inexperienced when it came to relationships. "His name was Varun, but we broke up in the 9th grade because he changed schools." man , it feels bad when i lie to him

"Oh, that's unfortunate," Aadarsh said sympathetically.

"Well, what about you?" I asked, curious to hear his answer.

He smiled wistfully. "She was my first girlfriend. Extremely pretty - the prettiest girl in our school. But she was Muslim and I'm Brahmin. As we dated for a while and started getting serious about each other, I knew that if our relationship lasted any longer it would create problems in the future because of our religious differences. She didn't care that I was Brahmin and I didn't care that she was Muslim, but our parents would never have supported us. So we parted ways. Man, first love hurts," he said with a laugh.

"That's sad," I said softly, my heart aching for him. Listening to him talk so tenderly about someone he once loved didn't make me feel jealous or upset. In fact, it only made me fall for him even more. I was simply grateful to be sitting in that empty room with him beside me, sharing this intimate moment.

"You know, Saara is planning to join your school in grade 11," I mentioned casually.

"Oh, that's great!" Aadarsh exclaimed. "Why don't you join too?" he teased.

"I'm joining without your invitation," I joked back.

He laughed and shook his head. "No man, please don't. I'm kidding. My school has some horrible boys and if you join they won't leave you alone."

"What?" I said with a laugh, pretending to be serious.

"Chill ,I was just kidding," I assured him, trying to suppress my laughter.

"That's better," he said with a relieved smile.