You live with the scar of the past,
And you fail to see the present.
My eyes fail to see anything, but you,
They want you, and only you.
What can i do,
When i am in love with a person
Who doesn't even know i exist.
I just wanted to be with you,
You live in your own safe shell.
I am at a risk of doing that myself,
What will i do, then?
She looked at the clock. There was still a few minutes left.
Just a few minutes more.
She started the countdown in her mind.
25,24,23......9,8,7,......3,2,1.
It was 12 o'clock, and it was her birthday.
It comes once in a year, every year.
But, this year, everything looked better and at the same time worse than the previous year.
Which should be called good and which should be put under bad?
She didn't know, and when she tried to name her feelings correctly, she failed, every single time.
To put it in a simple way, she was not herself anymore.
She fell in love with a person, who doesn't even know about her love.
This is what i was talking about. Which is bad and which is good in it?
And that day was her birthday.
She had resolved to wait till her birthday to expect any signs of love returned from that person.
When she decided to wait, it was ten months back, and she thought she wouldn't even be in love till her birthday.
How foolish she had been!
She was still in love, if not stronger.
The time was 12.01 then, and calls started coming. She thanked everyone. But with each call, her mood sank more. She didn't get the call she wanted.
She decided to wait.
The clock showed 12.46 AM.
May be a message had come.
She checked her inbox.
Nothing.
Sleep took over her and the first thing she did after waking up was checking her phone.
A few messages from friends.
A few facebook wishes.
She didn't find the name she wished anywhere there.
I still have the whole day. I will wait.
The day went on, and though the sun had gone down, her hope was still there.
She treated herself at the bookstore on her way home. After all it is her birtbday, and what better way than to gift herself.
She had her dinner, and she kept her phone beside her and laid down on the couch.
The clock struck 10.00 PM.
The phone rang. She picked it up eagerly.
It was her friend. Her friend kept on talking and talking, and she listened half heartedly.
Her mind was drifting, and when she finally bid her friend goodbye, it was nearly 11 PM.
The darkness of the night seemed gloomier than ever.
She opened her book and started reading. She barely crossed the first page. Her eyes kept on reading, but her mind were elsewhere.
She had to read again to keep up, and finally she could go no longer.
The day had ended.
