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He was deceived by her.
She didn't care about him.
He thought he was secure.
She turned the light down dim.

They slept together
It seemed like forever.
She knew she couldn't last.
All she could do was blast.

One night, as he slept,
Into the basement she crept.
Oh, but don't you fret,
The story ain't over yet.

A Summer Romance

He was plagued by her thoughts. He couldn't get her out of his mind. An obsession took over him. There was a void somewhere within him, that only she could fill. Just her. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. He had left his job a long time ago. It didn't really matter. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He grew up in a posh Delhi neighborhood. Went to the best school. Somewhere between school and college he met her. It was a summer romance. Atleast that is what she thought.
         
She left him. She only thought of him as a booty call. What she didn't know that he was in love with her. And what a gruesome lover he was. But it was just like a vacation for her. She left him. It never really mattered to her. He, never really mattered to her. So, she left him.

 It had been more than 8 years. He longed for her. Her lips, her soft skin, her fragrant hair. It had been ages since he saw her, yet plagued by her thoughts. So he got ready for vengeance. She broke his heart. He wanted to break her. As if she were a porcelain doll.
     
He did it. He went up to her house. She was all alone. Perfect.  He poured gasoline all over the place. She tried to stop him. He wouldn't. She tried to tell him something. He didn't listen. He pushed her aside. She hit her head and fainted. The lighter was lit, the flames roared. He sat down. He held her. She came to.  She tried to tell him something. He shushed her. There was no need for words. It was poetic. The flames took over them. They burned for hours and hours. Only thing left, was ashes.

She came home. She had her little red polka dotted dress on. Just like her mother, a porcelain doll. All she saw were firemen and gawking neighbors. She didn't understand a thing. She looked around and saw the sadness. She knew she was orphaned. She never had a father. Only a summer romance, as her mother always told her.


Okay, so I read a friend's poem, and a story struck me. Of course, I did ask for his permission. Read his poem-  http://and-then-he-laughed.blogspot.com/2011/04/plagued-by-her-thought.html

Inevitability

I hadn't dreamed of him in a while. 

I saw him in one of my school days. When friends were different. Not the ones I have now, the ones I had then. Misha and Aparna were there. We were in a class room full of our classmates. The art teacher was teaching something I don't remember. The 3 of us, the Three Butterflies as I referred to us in my head, were thrown out of class for talking. And boy were we glad. But the outside of class had dramatically changed. There were no dull walls and doors to other class rooms. Its was a sparkling sea, that I saw. A pier, and a long brick road. It was sunny. Beautiful. A little ahead, I saw him.. Apu and Mish giggled as they always teased me with him. He looked towards us and smiled. He was a senior. We were 8th graders and he was a 10th grader. He called me towards him. They encouraged me to go. I went. I could see him clearly in all his glory. He was so masculine. He had the best body I have seen till date. He was sitting there in a white shirt and jeans. Fair with brownish black hair that shone in the sun. The sparkling sea behind him. Oh, how I wish this was real, and not just a dream. I stood a couple of feet away from him, he tried to say something, that I couldn't hear. So I went further.

Him: How have you been?
Me : Uhm, good. What about you?
Him: You haven't been thinking about me.. why?
Me : Why should I ?
Him: Don't you remember the times we spoke?
Me : I do.. very well.
Him: So, why haven't you been thinking about me??
Me : I don't want to.
Him: Why?
Me : I don't think you even remember me.. Do you?
Him: Probably not. But this is your dream, not mine. And you haven't been thinking about me.
Me : I don't want to think about you, I am over you.
Him: Clearly not. I am in your dream.
Me : No.
Him: You can never forget me.

When I woke up from this dream, I realized what an imprint he has left on my mind. I probably will never forget him. Although, I am pretty sure he has forgotten me. My entire day went thinking about him. How the days have gone by and how things have changed. How friends have changed. How times have changed. How life has changed. But change is inevitable.