Because she is getting married

I’ll forget her yellow dress,

I’ll forget her smooth tress.

I’ll forget how I found her name,

I’ll forget our first ball game.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget her nickname,

And just about how it came.

I’ll forget the butterflies I got,

When our eyes always met.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget our first chat,

I’ll forget the long walk.

I’ll forget the cool night,

And I’ll forget what she said.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget her first thoughts about me,

‘A fall in love everyday’ you are, said she.

I’ll forget her first text,

That made me believe there is a next.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget the phone calls,

I’ll forget the intellectual brawls.

I’ll forget her accusations,

And I’ll forget my hopeless flirtations.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget her last day at work,

I’ll forget the long walk with her.

I’ll forget the cup of tea,

And I’ll forget the way we parted.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget the two cities that then separated us,

Distance, that did not make a fuss.

I’ll forget the way she used to say we were friends,

A word that was nothing to me but a jinx.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget how insensitive I was,

I’ll forget what all I caused.

I’ll forget her magnanimity,

And I’ll forget my pomposity.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget her songs,

I’ll forget my smooth talk,

I’ll forget her ‘Good morning’s

And I’ll forget her ‘Good night’s.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget the days of no conversation,

I’ll forget the days of disassociation.

I’ll forget the days of, ‘Let her text first.’

And I’ll forget the days of mental outburst.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget the day I woke up to see,

That we had become strangers- beyond reprieve.

I’ll forget the days of accepting the happening,

And spare myself from the self-walloping.

I’ll forget everything- Because she is getting married.

I’ll forget the day she told me about the hitch,

I’ll forget the way I acted normal to it.

I’ll forget all that I wanted to say,

And I’ll forget the colossal emotions’ play.

I"LL FORGET EVERYTHING- BECAUSE SHE IS GETTING MARRIED.

In this vain life of ours, there are several people we meet. Some, we tell we like them too early, some, we never do. Irrespective of expression, love can also just be the remembrance of how that person made you feel. No, the man who said, ‘Solladha kaadhal sorgathil seradhu’ (Unexpressed love will never be etched in heaven) was incorrect. There is a pleasure, the pleasure of imagination that keep men going- for the path is long and lonely. 

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