Memoirs of past years

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.