PART 1

He wrote poetry for the woman she hated
A hundred of them...
Of a budding fairytale in soft romantic nights
Of erotic passionate love
She sat and scorned
Then, one day, she found them hidden in the closet
She read till she could read no more,
Each word tearing through her heart...
the wobbling pain would burst her insides,
she had felt, in those extended moments of agony...
Instead the swelling water fell from her eyes,
not like drops, but like a violent unstoppable stream

Shyana had not slept that night
Thinking of the imageries and the metaphors
They danced wildly before her eyes,
Callously blissful in their ignorance,
while she twisted and turned in fire
for a moment of poignant peace.
In those wakeful jealous nights, she promised
again and again, to herself
She would not share him ever, whatever it takes
She needs time to think... she needs to be alone... alone

PART 3

Lying close upon his arms,
Shyana spread her freshly made lipstick mark
on his broad chest,
with her index finger, converting it
into the shape of her own heart
(a heart that could be heartless,
but never for him ) “Imperfect..!.”
She said with an innocent laugh,
And bit his lip hard
He winced, then smiled lovingly,
she was so crazy but he loved her still
Why did it take him an entire decade to see that,
he would sometimes wonder...

He watched over her
she lay there, besides him, sleeping like a child
her face like a night angel now
She had entered his life
like a whirlpool from the past
and blown his present away with her.
Her love, so overpowering and hungry...
His long lost appetite for risk,
had suddenly awakened to indulgence

PART 2

They were best friends since school
The inseparable “Shyana & Shobhna"
Shared food, clothes, nail-paints,
fun, laughter, pain, everything...
Until one day, when he came
He, who could not be shared

“His love is like a dream come true”
Shobhna would say “I can’t resist his kiss where ever he may ask for it”
She’d hide the papers, his tangy scribbles
that she would barely ever understand,
in the closet, she’d smile without reason,
her world had changed into a dream,
And for Shyana, a nightmare would not end.
Hatred replaced friendship in no time
But Shyana shielded emotions with the skill of an actor,
And when she went abroad,
They all thought it was just to study

She did not come for their engagement,
And when she returned , her mind was made
“Everything was fair in...” YES it was !
She wanted him much before Shobhna fell in love
Some would call it betrayal... she didn’t care
Not anymore, the devil got into her
How , When, Where, Why ... what happened exactly
Even he could not find the answers
What struck him so hard was probably her iron will
He had fallen luckily or unluckily in her arms

Was it love? Noone knew ... She did

-Yamini

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