My Life

When I was fifteen and she was fourteen...

Living in complete ignorance of where we had been...

I didn't know her and she didn't know me

And I didn't know if someone such I was gonna see

Day-dreaming about the nights to be spent dreamily

Dreaming in nights about the days to come

Living under the shade of a bubble around me

Life was so jolly, life was so much fun

The last innocent kiss to my mom

The last time when I messed up a song

The last time when I felt really safe

The last few years of me to be chaff...

Now I am twenty one, she is twenty...

And I am getting spent in life's tough grind

I have promises to keep and thresholds to cross

Yet she remains the only thing on my mind

I seek an end to this state of mind

I really want my feelings for her to dampen

Yet all I have is this gut wrenching pain

Of realizing that this is never going to happen

The last time I felt that love can never hurt

The last days of lighting up on seeing her face

The last hopes of having a life well spent

The last hopes of ever winning this long race

One day, I will be thirty five and she still twenty five (Do they ever age?)

Both of us grown up, no more chances of being naive

The friendship we had, she will, I hope, hold dear

But the contact will dwindle to one mail a year

She will be happy, even I won’t be sad

But will always think of everything we could have had

I will probably be living in a state of compromise

Or will still be waiting for her with empty eyes

The last battles between hope and despair

The last attempts of building castles in the air

The last hopes setting with each burning sunrise

The never-ending wish to see my happiness in her eyes

Years will pass, and one day I will die

If I’m lucky enough, she’ll show up and probably cry

Thinking of my strong friendship and of the joys I could never have

Not knowing of the happiness I treasured, which my love gave

She would never guess someone spent his life waiting for her

Or that someone had his Eden just by thinking of her

I wish I could tell her now, but thankfully I can’t

Her memories are good enough for me, she’d better have whomever she’ll want

THE LAST SONG OF A MAN TURNED OLD
THE LAST FUME OF A BREATHE GONE COLD
THE LAST LAUGH OF HAPPINESS GONE RIFE
THE PERFECT END TO THIS JOURNEY CALLED LIFE...