I know you'll never know
That I eat the less cheesy slices of pizza
So that you get to eat the cheesier ones
I know you'll never realise
That I don't really like drowning my maggi in ketchup
But I try not to make a funny face
When we eat our noodles drenched in red sauce
Because that is how you like it
I know you'll never understand
Why I break into fits of elation
Every time you're in a good mood
I know you never notice
How I pick the longer way from my class to lunch room
Just so it coincides with the path you walk everyday
So that I can catch a few conversations
And make you laugh along the way
I know you’ll never realise
That I always say yes
When you ask me to come to the music room
And watch you strum indie songs on your guitar
Just because you want an audience
I know you never notice
That I wait after school a million times over
Just to wave you a hand before you leave
Because the little twinkle in my eyes
That I get after meeting you
Is worth waiting for, every single day
Even if it’s only for a small “hi”
I know you'll never realise
That I always carry extra pens in my back pocket,
Ready to offer you one
When you're in need of spare stationery
I know you'll never see
How I notice and remember tiny details
About things you like, and things you don’t
And anything else you throw in a conversation
I know you'll never know
That I keep half of my chocolate neatly wrapped,
With an excuse on the tip of my tongue that I'm not hungry,
Just to offer you a bite at the end of the day
I know you’ll never see
That I always have an extra handkerchief
When we go on a movie night with friends
So that you can wipe your nose
Every time you sob between bites of overpriced french fries
I know you’ll never understand
Why I spend the entire day thinking about you,
When you’re going through a rough patch
And you don’t talk about it with me
I know you never notice
When I flinch with awkwardness
When you say how you sometimes feel lonely
Because everyday, I try to be a good friend
I know you’ll never know
How often I scroll up our chats on my phone
Taking a trip down the memory lane
Of all the times I felt good after talking to you
And I’m pretty sure you'll never, ever know
That I keep on bumping you up my priority list
Even when we don’t talk for days at a stretch
***
Remember when we went for an outing with friends
And everyone else was busy clicking selfies
Except the two of us?
You were alone with me for a tiny little minute
And I said, "What a beautiful day it is!"
And you smiled and told me about your favourite season
Remember that one fleeting minute
That we had, just to ourselves
And I got to know you more in that minute
Than I ever did in the past one year ?
Remember when we sat in that little cafe until dusk?
I was begging to meet you, to talk with you alone
I wanted to hear your stories, to be the listener for once
I wished to know you just as well as you know me
But all you did was to stay mum and smile
While I opened my heart out to you
Remember the only time I hoped you'd crack
And I'd get a peek inside the window of your eyes?
But yet again, it was me trying to build a convo
Wishing you'd do the same
***
It’s funny how
One half of my head seems to think
That you think about me just as much as I do
While the other half shakes in denial
You’ve made me feel happy
At the smallest of things
Because I’ve forgotten to expect
Anything more than a simple thanks
And even after
I eat my maggi soaked in ketchup,
And wait for hours to say you “hi”,
And make you laugh when you are down,
And take a wet handkerchief back home,
And try to be the best person I possibly can
I know I’m not enough
Even after I give it my all
Because the truth is
I tore out my book for you
And you never opened a single page from yours.
Wonderful @Sahil and Avni. Kya gazab likha hai. Aur ending to bahut pyari hai
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Sankalpa! I'm glad you liked reading it :)
DeleteThis is sooo good. I felt like crying in the end🥺❤️
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Sargam! Yeh jaan ke hamein achha laga :)
DeleteDear Sahil & Avni- This poetry is apt for someone like me who truly believes in giving unconditionally and you had not left no stone unturned to make it relatable for every reader. I felt nostalgic while reading this poetry as somewhere in life I have experienced this. After reaching at the end, this question came in mind that should we stop after our book is torn or should we allow or another book to get torn?
ReplyDeleteDear friend (for I don't know who you are 🙈)
DeleteFirst up, I'm genuinely happy after reading your comment and knowing that you were able to relate to our poem. 💖
Coming to your question - I completely agree with you regarding the fact that it becomes kinda hard to build up your self-worth once you open up your book for someone, and then they don't reciprocate your actions. You feel as if you've overshared, or that there is no mutuality in your relationship. And it is natural if you doubt yourself after that experience.
Somewhere along the line, having that desire to share your feelings with people is a part of your nature. And even a slight degree of closeness to a person would want you to "tear out your book." And I say this based on my experiences - you'd want to give people unconditionally even after knowing that they will probably never do the same for you.
My answer to your question is - If allowing your book to be torn again for someone makes you feel wasted / spent, or makes you feel like a shitty person, please, PLEASE try your best to bring a bit of moderation. If you feel, in any relationship of yours, that there is a huge gap between how much you are investing and how much they are, try your best to bring some balance.
Try talking to them about this. And even then, if you feel they aren't as much into your relationship as you are, it is best to bring some inhibitions to how much effort you put in the relationship.
Open up your book for them, of course. It's a beautiful thing. But please, PLEASE try NOT to TEAR it out again, if it doesn't make you feel good about yourself.
I know it's hard, I struggle with this myself every other day because it is in both of our natures to tear out our books, but if that affects your self-esteem or if it builds up a sense of self-pity inside you, then it is an extremely toxic thing, and that would eat you up from the inside.
So, if we have experienced our book getting torn once, it shouldn't be that we should stop opening our book to someone else. Open up, but if at any time you realise that you are receiving little as compared to what you're giving, bring some moderation into your efforts.
Tell me if this was of any help 😊🙈
Cheers! ❤
Dear Sahil- Firstly I appreciate your prompt response. Further I want to tell you that your response has given me a sense of worth for what I actually do and I really loved the fact that you didn't give an open and shut answer but how nicely you made me understand it is different for different situations. Before, I could think that there is a problem in my personality as I allow things to happen but as you told you have also sailed in the same boat so now it gives me a sense of acceptance of how we are as "personalities". Thanks for your such kind and wise words!
ReplyDeleteOh it's all fine 😊😊
DeleteAgain, I'm happy that this poem struck a chord with you.❤ And I agree - this is not a character flaw; it is a personality, and a beautiful one, in my opinion.💖
And since you share a similar feeling as I do, welcome to the club!🤗
I'm glad that my reply gave you some clearance, even if it was just a tiny bit. 🙈 I don't know how much difference a single poem would make, so do feel free to reach out to me anytime, in case you wish to do so! 💖
Thanks a lot for your support! 🤗