"In Memory Of My Beloved High School Sweet Heart"

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10th Grade:

As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so-called 'best friend'.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it. After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.
She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

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11th Grade:

The phone rang. On the other end,
it was her. She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how her
love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come over because
she didn't want to be alone, So I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa,
I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss
on the cheek...
I want to tell her, I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don t know why.

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Senior year:

One fine day she walked to my locker.
"My date is sick" she said, "he's not gonna go" well,
I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'.
So we did. That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as She smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don t want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

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Graduation:

A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and
gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don t want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

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Marriage:

Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
and drive off to her new life,
married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't see me like that,
and I knew it.
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said 'you came !'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

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Death:


Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine;
but he doesn't notice me like that,
and I know it. I want to tell him,
I want him to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me !
.........'I wish I did too...'
I thought to my self, and I cried....


So please do yourself a favour, tell her/him you love them. They won't be there FOREVER..........

Forgive Me.....

Forgive me for still cherishing the moment when I first saw you,

Forgive me for still wishing I was walking, holding your hand beside you

Forgive me for never letting you know how much I had loved you;

Forgive me for being stupid enough to believe that I meant the whole world for you.

Forgive me for believing each word spoken by you

Forgive me for loving you despite knowing I was never made for you,

Forgive me for being the silent listener when there was no one to hear you

Forgive me for acting as a joker just to see that lovely smile in you.

Forgive me for writing those pages of novice love poems for you

Forgive me for realizing how it pains to forget each moment I shared with you

Forgive me for shedding thousand tears just to get back with you

Forgive me for spending those sleepless nights in search for you.

Forgive me as I never want to be forgiven by you

Forgive me; as after I’m gone, I’d still be waiting somewhere only and only for you…

The City of Joy

Calcutta aka Kolkata, always makes me feel nostalgic not only because of the fact that it’s my hometown but it has an irresistible appeal and magic in itself. Sometime it’s indeed makes me proud that I was born in a city that, over the years has given birth to some of the all-time great world-famous personalities like; Rabindranath Tagore, Subhas Bose, Satyajit Ray, Sourav Ganguly and several others. But beside that I also agree with many of my friends who often complain about the city’s innumerable problems, dingy-smoky-polluted-traffic etc.; but still it makes you fall in love with the city. Once the center of all sorts of educational and cultural activities, Calcutta had undergone many political crisis and economic stagnation after India’s independence; but for the last 5-6 years, it has slowly started changing. Whenever I’ve compared Calcutta with the other major cities of India, I’ve always felt that it still remains the finest amalgamation of old-traditions along with every possible amenities of a furnished modern-day metro.

The slow-paced lifestyle of the city can make you bit annoyed at times but for any adventure-lover, Calcutta is always a sheer joy. The age-old Howrah-Bridge still carries the British legacy. Some of the places in Calcutta that holds a great amount of historic-values are: BBD Bagh, GPO, The Reserve Bank, The Raj Bhabhan, famous Eden Garden, Esplanade, Fort William and last but not the least, the one and only Victoria Memorial (a splendid work of marble-architecture). Till late-evening you will find the pair of lovers hanging out in this famous place. National Library is another jewel in Kolkata’s cultural kaleidoscope. If you wanna chill-out with your friends & mates with peg of wine/beer, then Park Street is the place for you my friends. Like many of the places in Bombay, this place too never slips.

Although there is a belief that Bengalese only loves culture & agriculture, I can’t agree with it totally. Though the city has been marked over the years as the ‘city of bandhs’ due to the political-tactics of left-rules for the past 3 decades, today I do feel beleaguered to visit the IT-hubs of Calcutta besides seeing the uncountable shopping malls that gives a hard-run for cities like Delhi or Mumbai. But before wrapping it up I must say that one quality which sets this city apart from the rest is the spirit of the Kolkatans. In spite of several problems, they will politely greet you by asking ‘valo achen to?’ (Are you fine?)
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