Monday, April 03, 2006

Fanaa


He saw her at the stairs, standing timid and confused,
The stripes turtle neck added to her looks.
How could he know, she will change him in time,
He considered her just another girl passing by.

But as destiny had its call, they met again,
Sat for a brief chat and things were never the same.
Suddenly he realized, she's the one,
Not knowing what she was thinking in return.

Time passed by often they met,
Trying to know each other, those were brief yet sensible chats.
Hopes started to built, peers pushed him from behind,
How could he know, the future ahead of time.

Twice in a row the phone rang,
Thing became clear, it was not him but his friend.
Earth shattered; he had the shock of his life,
Not able to react, he wished he could cry.

But strong character was he, regained his sense,
Decided, if not him, he shall help.
As always helping others was what he liked,
Here he was standing with the chance of his life.

As always destiny had a bigger surprise,
Things didn't work for her either and she lost her smile.
How hard did he tried to fix her life,
Facts are facts which one needs to accept as they come by.

Now she was alone looking for a friend,
Who better could have hugged her than a past admirer and a friend's friend!

With tender and sweet thoughts he tried to console,
Trying to explain world is beautiful be brave and bold!
Considering her situation he understood she needed time,
His only request was don't be disheartened; with winter passing, again sun shall shine!

Home calling was his duty and he had to leave her alone,
Those were the best times when she found a new mentor.
Coming back he saw the change in her eyes,
Happy for her new avatar he let time drift by.

Then came a shocker, which I shall not describe,
Friend turned stabber, and she believed he lead the crime.
How I wish, she could have understood,
He was under a vow what else could he do?

As truth prevailed, trust was broken,
Slowly she drifted away leaving him alone in this world.
Yet they were friends, but things were not the same,
Suddenly he found himself in her awe again!

Firmly believing, she will not change,
This time he chose not to reveal his thoughts like a pouring rain.
But things had to explode, so did they
As expected once again she ran away!

That was an end to the story of his life,
As asked by her, he killed himself inside his mind.
Time passed by and still they meet around like minds,
He's the only person she never hated in the group of five.

Now the times are stable and they make fun of those times,
She is busy chasing her dreams like a furious knight!
I wish someday, she would stop visiting him in his dreams,
The only regret he has, why didn't destiny choose her for him.

Hey my fellow readers, don't weep to the sorrowful end,
As hope is his best friend and time his only enemy!



-Purvin

12 Comments:

Blogger purvins said...

The story is a fiction,
Please don't try to relate.
If Karan Johar comes across my poem,
I am sure his next scrip writer, wanna debate!!

6:19 PM  
Blogger SAL said...

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6:42 PM  
Blogger SAL said...

Wah huzoor... aapki prashansa mein iss baar toh shabdh bhi nahi hai!

6:42 PM  
Blogger purvins said...

Sal- thanks!!!

6:48 PM  
Blogger Chintan said...

bahut khoobsurat dard bhari dastaan hai...simbly 2 gud

Keep up the good work.

7:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bus itna hi? Mukhe to laga ki bohot Lumba hoga!!!!

9:42 PM  
Blogger Kaushal said...

Good one Purvin...
Really impressive...

11:32 PM  
Blogger purvins said...

Thanks Kaushal..

Harshal kya karu boor ho gaya so stop here.. baki aur 2-3 page leekh dalta

11:34 PM  
Blogger colours said...

hey nice one... dont have more words to say.. ya one thing after reading i just wished .. wish could see u in person.... its been long time...

12:28 AM  
Blogger SAL said...

Haha... KG, gr8 comment ;)

12:45 PM  
Blogger purvins said...

Dolly- Nice to see you visiting my blog..

Kavin- Extention to your comment..

Oye Kake!! main kavara kaisa marunga... abe to me haato me haat liye Aslam ki tarha kavita padh sakta hu na...

Lekin to daar mat .. main tera saath nahi chodunga!!!

Thanks for your compliments!

12:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

dost....kya dard yeh is poetry mein....kya yahi woh story hai?
-Jay

11:51 PM  

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