The second guy…

I don’t want to be the second Guy,
The ones those simmer the cry,
The ones those remain there,
The ones those never get there,
They do things that pleases a soul,
Turn down themselves, may bear a foul,
The ones that sing and laugh and frown,
Nurture them like a gaurdian grown,
The ones those hear them cry,
Want to hug but never try,
They stand at every line,
Carry them whenever nothing is fine,
But the second guy always loses the baton,
Lets the first, become a mason,
They hope someday they will win the battle,
The rules are clearly not mentioned,
The second guy always loses the battle,
They throw themselves in oblivion,
Think Of the past,
Remember their chatters,
Worry for them far too matters,
But the second guy remains the second guy,
A friend in need,
But a lover never indeed.

Infatuation and love…..

I was craving for a piece of her.
The one all pretty and smooth. 
She had a veil.
You are not the one. 
She said.
Infatuation and love. 

It is amazing how our own eyes lead to one person and then again we see clearly why they were never meant to be in our lives. It is all just a mirage. Right People come in our lives until the time demands…