These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

My Li’l Obsession

This is for you
to whom I dared voice out my thoughts
to whom I laid open my heart
to whom I willingly presented myself as I am
All without pride
And with but little fear

This is for you
the one who amazed me by the spell
you seemed to have cast over my being
the one who gave me bliss for half a night
the one who held me in a trance
figuring out the whys and hows 
of everything that has to do with you 

This is for you my li’l obsession
You who are now nothing but a memory
The lines of face I can barely trace
The voice just faint echoes in the chambers of my mind

This is for you.
A salute,
and a wish that someday we may meet again and be friends
Coz for now this wish is all I could ever have
And its all I could ever give you

This is for you,
A farewell.

2001 April 09

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