"She is too touchy"
"Lies too much mahn"
"Keeps bitching and judging"
Sitting by the corner
I heard the whispers floating around
People were plenty
Talking about how bad was her latest picture
On instagram; the one with a pout.
She walks into the class
And they look at her with a smothered smirk
I see some bending their head down
To not to be visible to her;
She doesn't show,
but clearly she is irked.
I am no poet to notice her beauty,
Not stable enough to read her the frowns that have left behind lines
I have no clue whether to pay heed to what people told me about her
Or stay back and watch until I can decide.
How do they know her?
When she herself is finding
Her own whereabouts these days;
Do they not notice that
The lips that SUPPOSEDLY kissed a boy senseless
Have now been sealed with the judgemental tape.
She sits beside me
And asks "wassup?!"
I quickly change the topic to her
Afraid, that I might blurt.
Things, that people told me
Not to mention in front of her
Secrets, people have told me,
Things which need to be kept under wraps, shushed.
Warning bells of peeping eyes
Ring around in my head,
But by the time, I decide to run
She starts telling me how she wants things to mend.
She talks of someone whom she lost
In game of lies, and ego and misunderstandings, all intentional;
She says she misses him
She misses all of them ;
Says they were like family
But to me, they seem like a
Bunch of date stealing, insensitive bastards.
Her eyes sprinkle upon me
The shower Of the feeling of her not lying to me
But it burns me, as people's warnings and whispers run and come back strikingly.
Her hands that I often find
Beside mine, wanting to be filled
With the sense of comfort that
She lost with her friends, the ones she now bitches and cries about,
Make me want to fill them and feel warm alongside
One last time, but this fore fear
Of someone leaving me again
Makes me take my hand in front of me
And place them on my eyes.
She finds a good friend with a good listener in me;
Thank god she does not know of my conditionally photographic memory
Things she says, I will always remember
How she wants to talk to the people
Who will snatch the new friend from me.
She does not realize
The amount of thoughts that enter my mind
Each time she talks about after this last year at school,
How she wants to bid everything a forever goodbye.
I see people walking around
Laughing at us from behind the deliberate coughs
And teasing smiles
And realize how tensed and worried and sick we all are,
Beneath the person that we show to be without it being realized.
Does it matter if I am fair or brown
With brown eyes and jet black hair
Depressed as dark or hilarious as clown?
I don't think it does
Because I am still flying to places unknown
With wings injured and way blurred.
Just because she places a hand
On your thighs,
Dear boys, it does not mean
She wants you; she might just be looking for a true friend
Beneath the fake, self sufficient smile.
Her thinking dirty and pining over one
Yet hugging many, does NOT make her a slut.
She isn't judging or evil
You are; when you start a war
Over a thing so tiny and forgotten.
Her dimpled chin
Doesn't push in with her smiles any often
Her eyes like to remain closed
Thinking of a life when she does not have to
Wake with her phone pinging
With messages that call her a player; an evil witch and a whore.
She dreams of working
And going on dates with her boyfriend
To sunsets with starbucks' coffee in hand
She cries a bit as she realizes
That it is a bit far away from the hell
She made her home at.
She is fat and chubby
And cannot dance or sing like a pro
She only has a heart to give
To those;whom she knows
Would always have her bones.
You don't trust her
And I understand the reason you come up with
But then why fangirl and use her
For your own benefits
When she ain't nothing
But a flower trodden under
The feet you own as you walk towards her.
She laughs and talks to me
As if I am her best friend since ages
She does not realize
The after effects of her going away consequences
And yet I talk and nod my head
Offering a few words
A few advices here and there
Two unofficial depressed outcasts
One laughing confused and the other consciously
With lots of doubts o'erhead
She talks of being broken these days
And sits alone by the corner I sat
A few months ago,
Truly, god has made everyone different
But I think he gave everyone the same fate
Just with different words.
#know her #yqbaba