The First Time

The day when you saw her the first time. The first one obviously. The second one is beautiful, smart, pleasurable and great too but we all know that thing about the first.

Well the situation usually starts with something like this:

“I love her okay!! Noone look at her until I break up with her after I get her or I am over her after I don’t. So what I do now? Oh wait I told you not to look sorry. First order cancelled. Look at her like anything but that and tell me what to do.”

Okay perhaps I am kidding, that happens with me more. Okay! Okay! just me.

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Now let’s say it takes a few……okay let’s not be too subtle. Lots of moments of peril and finally you get that perfect moment where chances are greater.

Now the grand moment that all of you have been yearning for. The moment when he finally says it. Like the idiot finally stops dawdling around and ruining the climatic moments every time with a ridiculous excuse or temporary plot change.

“I love you”

“You really mean a lot to me.”

“I like you a lot.”

Whichever lines or paragraphs it may have been. Point is, it was utterly romantic. And now:

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“Yes! I love you too.”

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Dammit! Tears of pride and joy! Oh my god! Can you feel the happiness and hear some extremely romantic song playing?

Beautiful! A sight to see. They kiss. They cuddle. Years go by as it gets serious. Their love takes them to the next level.

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Ladies and gentlemen, I give you babies!

For legal purposes, they venture into the marriage court.

“Bro you have a great life. Beautiful wife, a cute kid and a happy marriage”

Okay so that was one life. Another is they break up before the next level.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the period of enlightenment.

Either via problems or it’s on mature terms. Let’s choose the latter in the next life.

We realize that it was special irrespective of whether it’s gone or if it stayed, it was the “first time” and nothing beats it. The cough from your first sip of vodka, the first time you fell on the ground, the other first time and yes, your first kiss. The second doesn’t come close.

Now if you didn’t get her, that’s a very long, and depressing story for a day we’ll devote to crying.

P.S. If they break up like after fifteen-sixteen years of marriage, let’s just say that happens too but they both know how much of worth their first time was.

 

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Let it Be: A Tribute

This is something I wrote after some good coffee and a cover of the song. Want to dedicate this to Paul and angela vasquez who sang his song so well

Why do we try?

Why do we even cry?

When there’s no end….no help

The fact that it goes on and on without stop

The little boy needs help

But there is none

Let suffering go to everyone

 

Situation is out of control

He takes a knife

So he can say bye to the endless strife

He is going to take the painful stroll

Towards painlessness

He wants to imagine an end

But he treads towards a place where there is no imagination

He wants to take a long sleep

So that never again he has to weep

The endless cries, from a distance the reaper sees

Time to enter the void

He’s waiting with a smile

 

“When the broken hearted people living in the world agree”

There will be an answer, “You shall be free”

“Though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see”

There will be hope, believe, “let it be”

 

As the he turned in question

The heart now did see.

With tears he saw, it was she

 

In his hour of darkness she’s standing right in front of him

Telling him everything wasn’t so dim

“Speaking words of wisdom. Let it be”

After a long time, the truth he did see

 

Now with his smile he faces the darkness

“When the night is clouded there is still a light that shines on me”

He takes a step, puts his arms around the shadow

With love, “It’s okay now, let it be”

Noone like You

With hair like tender silk
Eyes like black diamonds
She walks this earth
As a blessing to those who know her
And a loss to those who don’t
When you but see her smile
You can but notice a certain feeling
That comes over you

It is so warm and fuzzy
That it makes you smile when you’re sad
Cause she is so utterly sweet
That you cant even hope to feel bad
When she talks, its as if she’s singing
Doesn’t matter how silly her thoughts are
You still feel your heart to be ringing

The way she gently caresses her hair
When she feels like looking even more cute
The way she joyously looks at you
When you bring her food

The way you feel
When you see her cry
If it’s because of me
I’d rather die
She is so lucky
To have so many who care
She is so  beautiful that
Finding someone like her is rare

I will always fail to get her
No matter how I try
Still no matter what I’ll still hope
That she doesn’t say “Goodbye”
To her I have many things I wanna say
But right now I’ll just say “I love you”
For her I have many things I wanna do
I will cause “There’s no-one like you”

Love’s last letter

 

Dear love of my life,

You know you’re too important to me. You always have. You always will be. You refuse to answer as it’s the polite fashion. The safe way. “It’s ok”

The sound of your silence is better than that of your “No”. Perhaps that would hit ten times as much.

However I miss the frequent awkwardness that I caused. Your occasional bloom, and especially those white shiny teeth. Those occasional free periods alone with you was bliss. Aiming to get you to not say “I’m bored” was like attempting to answer a chemistry question correctly without having studied. I hadn’t. The constant exercise I got when getting your troubles to go away. Those phone calls too.

I know even you cherish some of them, especially getting ice cream while angering my wallet.

But now as 10 years have gone by and you’re sitting with your little darling Emma, I lie under a grave waiting to meet you next time,

and tell you in a different way that

“I really want it to last longer.”

Your’s Lovingly

A loving soldier

 

 

Tears from the Heart

Tears are like drops of water from the ocean

They look so tender and weak

But each contain such strength when in motion

From every corner of the eyes do they leak

Happiness and Sadness are but words to them

Pathways between feelings when we tread upon

Yet we get to know the difference

It always goes by our preference

They make us wonder what they seek

From every edge to every peak

When they flow, its a sign of pain

Our eyes start to glow, for nothing did remain

The feelings start to rush out

Following which the heart gives a shout

But on the other hand

There is another who is the same

He doesn’t demand

And does by another name

 

The Heart is not a toy

It holds all the senseless joy

Yet it also holds all the sadness

It’s tantrums can drive you to madness

The Heart contains the love

Which is the selfless right to give

It is a gift from the person living above

So we may very rarely receive

The Heart doesn’t only wander, it also does wonder

It also has another task, that is to ponder

On things which are left to say

But how, it tries to find a way

Even after that, it tries to replace

Because it still doesn’t fill the empty space

The Heart is the creator of the endless sea of feelings

The tears are the deliverers, but none are worth only ten shillings

But this is only but the start

These are the Tears from the Heart