ROMANCE Poem: BLUR: A VOID OF FEELINGS, by PRASHSTI CHETANI

~ PRASHSTI CHETANI
I DON’T KNOW IF I MISS HIM
HE WAS NEVER MINE
TO BEGIN WITH

BUT I STILL LONG
THE LAUGH I ONCE HAD
WHEN I TURNED BACK
AND TALKED TO HIM
THE SCHOOL, THE CLASS
ALL FELT HEAVEN
A CLASS, WHERE HE WAS SITTING IN
AND I ? WAS IN FRONT OF HIM
(DELIBERATELY SO)

I SAW HIS PICTURE
I DON’T KNOW IF I MISS HIM

TO BEGIN WITH RATHER
HE WAS NEVER EVEN MINE TO MISS
BUT I FLOODED MY MIND
PICTURES, AND CONVERSATIONS
I TRIED HARD TO KEEP ALIVE
TURNED MY SEAT AND TALKED TO HIM
ABOUT ‘FOODS’ HE LIKED

HE’S STILL NOT MINE
I COULD NOT EVEN BRING MYSELF TO TRY
HAD MY PRINCIPLES
HOLDING ME BACK

AND IN A CORNER,
A SMALL FEAR SAT
WHAT IF
HE DID NOT HAVE ANY FEELINGS TO
RECIPROCATE BACK?