Whenever I open my closet
Moments later I find myself upset
And as I browse through the pages of years before
My heart pounds and aches all the more
Come 2005 and the month of February
I see a young couple madly in love
Exchanging cards and promises and a secret smile
To love even if they live seas apart or just a mile
Come 2009 and the month of February
I see the two of them so happy so intimate
And beside them I watch 2 new faces equally close
Each to the ones who were in love back into the wheels of time
I wondered what to think of or speak to them
Whether to be happy or to be envious of what they have
Or to be moron and mourn of what they possibly have not
I chose neither to think and nor to speak
Growing from when I was 16 to now when I am 22
Having experienced a variety of closeness
Some brought only happiness while some only sadness
Some were all about jokes while the rest were about flings
All of them seemed to be like a love to me
In one definition or the other or the ones created by me
But from all of it I could desire only a few
Ones which make me sad or unwanted
And then I asked myself a question!!!
Answer to which was neither hidden nor difficult
Still the irrationality of the human mind
Makes it impossible to accept; but now I do
Who did I love the most?
The one who brought tears to me while I earned smiles for her face
Who loved me the most?
The one who bought me only smiles for nothing in return.