Geetha Lekshmi. P. S
III CSE 1
In tangled threads of memory, I find
A man who walks the corridors of mind.
Not love at first, nor hate, just playful jest,
His teasing ways disturbed my peace, my rest.
From mocking smiles to something deeply craved,
I know not when the shift in feeling waved.
A voice, a glance, a touch, his presence near,
Became the melodies I longed to hear.
He stepped away, a silent, baffling retreat,
Our talks grew sparse, his teasing now discreet.
I tried to flee, to shield my aching heart,
Yet always found myself back at the start.
When distance swelled, I thought the pain would end,
No more confusion, no more thoughts to fend.
But time, it plays a trick upon the soul,
His memory remained, a haunting toll.
Now he returns, more close than ever before,
A fleeting visit, leaves me craving more.
In seconds stretched to hours, we conversed,
Each word dissected, every silence cursed.
In shadows deep, I wander, lost in thought,
Wondering if his heart, like mine, is caught.
In moments brief, he reignites the flame,
And leaves me in the silence of his name.
The echoes of his laughter still remain,
A bittersweet refrain within my brain.
In endless loops, his presence haunts my day,
In seeking signs, my heart is led astray.
A puzzle of emotions, undefined,
A quest for answers in a restless mind.
Does he feel the same, or am I deceived?
In love’s perplexing web, I’m tightly weaved.
