My book of poems..

The third wheel thing

I don’t know what my life has become
Trying to adjust myself between two people who love each other a lot,
Making way for their happiness,
Finding my happiness in their happiness
But somewhere, somehow I forgot my real happiness
Forgot the fact that I have to be happy too

I never actually gave thought about it
Until someone asked
“Are you not tired of their millions of confession of their love that they make to you everytime?”
To this I simply smiled
And said that I’ve grown used to of this..

But to give a thought upon it,
I sometime don’t know what I want
Is this the type of love that I wanted
Because I actually feel lonely at times
Waiting all by myself when they are out for walk or their outings,
And I hate the feeling of unbelongingness
Which I feel at times
I want to get rid of it but I simply cannot

Is it bad to feel that way?
I feel stuck at times
Can’t take leave
Can’t say anything
Out of love.

Indeed love has made a true fool of me
Accepting daggers in my chest,
that too with a smile
Does love has to be painful
Can’t it be bliss
Something that could heal me
Instead of hurting me…..