she

She is a friend of Mine
of my childhood days and
She told me to tell tales of fantasy and wisdom
I was unaware of her name in those days
When I was in my teens
She was my lover in all forms
Who added wings to my Dreams
And gave me a present that no one ever forgets because it is so mystic and romantic
She was there to share my joy
and part my sorrows

I love to believe that she is the most beautiful
whom I had never seen
whose bright eyes are full of light
and a slight smile on the corner of her lips
It is only now that I realise that she has been with me all these days
The lines that I use to narrate
Yes, it is her, my poetry

Why I scribble something

Mind is the Magic Bag
Where do I fill my dreams
and where memory cradles
The happy days of teens
where I could see my face
I know what makes me write
It is the sense that I've lost
A very precious bond that I loved
It will be late when you learn
What you've lost is the most valuable
Which you might've treated least
A pain rules my heart, when
The Knowledge of loss
Pierce my soul with an arrow like
I could see a smile on her face
It's she who does all the work.
She is none other than my ugly fate
whom I hate most in the world
But who always wins the race?