Who Are You
While travelling, working,
While walking down the steps,
entering into the library
or pushing myself into the study zone
or whatever I do
while thinking or simple writing down the notes,
Why is it that am thinking about you?
Why is that I am being questioned about you?
Who are you....for me...?
what is our relationship....
weren't we friends first..?
or are we or are we not?
Surrounded with books or in company with friends
Why do you have to enter into my thoughts,
is it not like you are intruding into my personal space,
entering into my private life?
and i somwhow cant stop thinking about you...
am i being hypnotized?
no, i dont think so...
whatever said and done,the truth is
its fun to get teased by you among my friends,
it feels great to hear good things about you from others,
myocardium skips a beat when you speak..
it feels something different to listen to your success story
it feels nice to see you climb the ladder of success
But the question is, why do I feel this way?
never ever had such feelings before...
its an unknown emotion
the love for one i cant see
how can this be....
tell me, who are you for me?
Copyright © Pooja Mitter | Year Posted 2011
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