Her Wedding Day

She is looking lovely in a sun kissed gown,

Hairs are tied tightly and she can't even frown.

Her eyes are pulling me intimately close,

Affecting on me like a mild hash dose.

The fireplace is ready, the stage is so lit,

People are eagerly awaiting their visual treat;

The Pujari is engaged in his own deeds,

The crowd is increasing as time slowly proceeds.

It suddenly reminded me of my old graduation days,

She was never my close friend but I admit to distant occasional gaze,

She was a rich student who came by her personal car;

To me she was an adorable but forbidden star!!

Four years went by; from classmates, we became close friends,

I used to fight with my silent feelings everyday, 

The fight continues even today; it never ends!!

We both eventually got placed and moved far away,

She moved to a separate city and I chose my hometown to stay;

An emptiness slowly engulfed me,

I missed her so much more.

Her smell, her hair, her lips, her touch,

I started to imagine her minute details to the core.

Then one fine day, she called me,

I picked up with an excited delight,

She informed me of her planned marriage,

And I imagined bashing my head, against the wall with all might!

So, here am I on her wedding day,

She will of someone else very soon,

I could never muster up the courage to tell her,

And thereby was left out like a broken spoon..

But I know I will have to move on,

This emptiness will have to stop,

Dancing at her wedding, I promise myself,

Life will henceforth be smooth and tiptop.........