..... For You Have Changed

An Underlying Ego, An Unspoken Words, Creates the Rift, A Rift That Cannot Be Bridged Forever

His thoughts:

That moment when you stopped talking to me,

Without even giving me a chance to explain,

The reason behind my outburst,

You interpreted it in your way,

Never to communicate ever after,

I thought you would keep in touch,

You never did, you cut off wholly.

I waited for a call from you, but in vain,

Many a time I picked my phone,

To give you a call, but my pride did not let me do it.

Though we never met, never spoke, thereafter,

I always thought, I held a prime space in your heart.

But on that day you broke the illusion I held….

The day in the Mall, do you remember?

When our eyes locked at a distance,

I thought you would rush to me,

With your smile broader than I have ever seen,

And the incessant chattering of yours, I have ever heard.

You looked away as though I did not exist, absorbed in your thoughts,

I waited expectantly for you to look back again at me,

When the slab of the ceiling gave way,

Minutely escaping me from grievous injury,

But not without crushing my phone.

I looked at my crushed phone,

Thanking God that I could have been in the place of my phone.

Strangers around me rushed to calm me.

Still shivering at the thought of what might have happened to me,

I wanted to shed my fears in the warmth of your embrace

All I had were the strangers around me to console me

I wanted you near me, so tried calling out to you

Alas, I saw you going away, a more stranger

Than the strangers around me.

You are no longer the girl, I loved

You have changed, changed so much

That I often wonder

Whether you ever loved me or

Was it all an Act, Pretentious Stranger?

Her thoughts:

Do you remember that moment I stopped talking to you?

Angry, you have been many a times before

But I always made the first move to reconcile

Your outburst that day, was far more hurtful

Those words used, seemed so demeaning

It shattered my image of you

I had kept you on a high pedestal

For me, you were a man of right words

I savoured every word said by you

So your outburst numbed me

Many a times I thought of calling you

But each time those words stung back.

Atleast, this one time you could have made the first move,

It never happened though,

I knew that I was aiming for the stars

In expecting you to make the first move.

Hope was what I clung to……

Till the day I met you in the mall.

Though our eyes met, you showed no sign of recognition;

I expected you to smile, but you looked at me like a stranger;

I lingered around waiting for you in vain;

Till I saw loose slab of ceiling giving way from its surface,

It was my scream that made the stranger push you aside

Had it not been, you might have had been in the place of your crushed phone

I wanted to rush to you, take you in my arms

Hug you tight and shower you with my kisses

But the fear of your hostile reaction stopped me

Looking at you, I saw that you were quite at ease

With the strangers around you

With tears in my eyes, when I made my way out of the mall

I praised my God for keeping you safe.

Passing time replaced the tears of joy into bitter tears

At the realization that you were not the man I had fallen in love with

You had changed, changed beyond recognition

What other name do I give you, O Pretentious Stranger?

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[Annam Neeta]

Unspoken words create a rift, widening it with each passing day