Love less Valentine's

Till last year they would wish each other at mid-night,

Talk mushy stuff and kiss each other good night,

Next day she would put on her special white & pink upper,

they would go to work,

she would keep sending him kisses and hearts all day on phone till supper,

He would reply with a smiley & say I love you,

and she would say, 'I love you too Gugu'

Then plan the evening at Khan Market, he would bring her, her favourite lilies,

And order their special pizza and pasta, and look at each others eyes like sillies,

Then they would hug and say bye,

Go to their homes & felt like they can fly.

They would talk all night till they fell asleep with a song,

Only to dream about each other, all night long...

But this year, it was different,

They didn't wish each other at midnight,

They didn't kiss each other good night,

She didn't wear her white & pink sweater,

She avoided seeing couples on her way to work,  It disturbed her.

She didn't listen to love songs on her way, they upset her.

She had a silent smile on her face,

The world seemed a little too big to her today,

and she was a little more lost today,

She reached office & worked.

Then he called & wished her,

But it wasn't the same, it was a hesitant wish..

A fight between his heart & his mind..

A tussle between morality & love... 

They spoke for half hour on things this & things that.. 

And just before they hang up, she said 'I love you' 

It was awkward for him because he couldn't say that back to her,

even if he wanted to.

But he did reply, 'Love you & take care'

'Ah!' She felt, hearing those words after what felt like ages.

Now it's mid night of the next night,

the day is over. 

No lilies from him for her,

Yes may be for his wife.. 

It's night, she imagines him making love to his wife,

it's a day of love.

It hurts. 

It pinches.

She burns within.

It was a valentine less valentine's for her,

Not a love-less valentine's,

yet a love-less valentine's.

A hug

Going through some tough times, 

I was walking alone on the road today,
not even my shadow with me,
it was a gloomy day,

thinking of how life takes turns,

lost in my thoughts, in just another day
I saw this boy at a shop,

his back towards me,

his hair just like yours,
his body shaped like thee,

my heart skipped a beat as I waited for him to turn,

'How will I react, if its him? Oh can I just hug him and burn!'

he turned and my hopes shattered as it wasn't you,

but anxiety took over me as my craving for the hug grew,

In that one moment of waiting I had lived a long life,

of dreams, of hugs, of love, of warmth

and had forgotten about your wife,

but with his turn, reality came back to me and my bubble popped,

and I was left there all alone, with the peace of mind all robbed,

the craving for a hug so tight, that makes me forget my miseries, 

just you and me and nothing else, all becomes a history,

but what do I do with such a desire, that can never turn true,

the moments with you are all gone, the moments which were few,

and I started my walk again,

a walk towards nowhere,

taking steps ahead of past,

still stuck so much there.