BOOK REVIEW TITLE: YOU WE AUTHOR: VANYA RAJWAR GENRE: ROMANTIC FICTION RATINGS: 4.6/5 ⭐ 🖤Vanessa, shortly V, 22 years old, strong and independent girl, is quite different from others. How could one define her? A Rebel or a Manizer (as her friends call her)? She is unique in her own ways, riding bike, being frank, […]
So I have decided to do a series of posts on the various men I have dated. What inspired me? Well besides being my own muse, my friends often tell me your love life is nothing short of a bollywood movie. Haha! So, let’s begin.
I call myself a tormented romantic,
Not because I don’t believe in love,
It’s because of the men that I have dated,
And their extremely unique antics.
I fell in puppy love at school,
Don’t we love the bad boys when we are in that pool,
He was a stuntsman and a rugged human,
If you ask me now I would call such a boy a pure ruffian,
And how the girls used to go gaga over him,
Is beyond what today, I can fathom.
I was a good friend of his,
People often teased us about it,
One day he proposed to me out of the blue,
Was it genuine or on a whim?
That, I never understood.
I enjoyed the attention for a good three years,
The popularity that comes from dating a well known ruffian,
Whenever he stood outside my class,
Everyone would hoot and comments they would pass.
You would think we were happy and in bliss,
But three years later I found out,
He was dating one of my friends’ friend.
What unfolded after that was a trauma in the past,
But extremely laughable when I think of it,
As puppy love very rarely lasts.
Well as I said it was traumatic for me,
He had started dating another,
Within the first half year,
Of when he started to date me.
After that he had been on a dating spree,
As he had another one too in his kitty,
With my acquaintance being the latest addition to it.
My town was quite small and conserved when I was a kid,
So hiding four girlfriends from each other,
I must say Kudos to such talent!
Finally I did confront him one day,
Told him we needed to end this farce completely,
Three years? he had asked, Over?
I had a knot in my throat as I nodded,
All he said was Okay!
As he shrugged and walked away.
I had looked at his receding figure in the distance,
Not once did he turn that fateful day,
The tears flowed out of my eyes,
And that was how I got cheated on in my first relationship itself.
I laugh out loud today at the incidence,
And Oh! He did come back with apologies,
And do you know when?
A good four years later, with a heartfelt one,
But what good was it by then?
And this is how our romance ended.
He is a good friend as of today,
But he still feels guilty for his infidelity,
Even though I have forgiven him for his childish capers,
He took a deep breath and sighed as her hand slid out of her grasp. He waved at her as she made her way towards the boarding area. She was finally leaving.
She waved back at him. It was finally time to bid goodbye. She looked at the boarding pass in her hand and smiled. It filled her with a sense of freedom, she had been vying for long.
As her plane took off, he looked at it till it disappeared in the skies. Their eternal story was probably over for this life but only to be completed in another lifetime. Their souls knew their love spanned over eternities and time, it could never be the end for them through aeons of time.
Note: First and Foremost I would like to thank all my readers for helping a helluva irregular writer like me, complete 500 followers. Thankyou for all the love and support.
Second, being my birthday month, I had hoped to start the promotions of my book in August as the lockdown was finally easing a bit but unfortunately, I had a drastic fall, and that ultimately led to me hurting my back. Today, as I write, the laptop is lying on my chest as I am bedridden.
I hope you all will support my book whenever I decide to promote it (fearfully soon) as I am quite socially erratic. Thank you so very much for all the love that you have showered upon me, I couldn’t be more grateful! 🙂 ❤
I wondered why they named our house,
My parents, you know,
An embellished Marble stands at the gate,
With the name Vinayak.
With time I came to realise,
It held a deep meaning,
It’s the one of the many names,
That the Hindu Lord Ganesha holds,
If my devoted mother ever had a son,
She would have probably named him Vinayak.
Come to think of it,
This house is akin to a son,
Each brick, each Stone was engraved,
By the hard earned money,
Of their own time and efforts,
Isn’t that what parents do for their children?
It’s certainly no less than a son,
Its the result of their own lifeblood,
This house called Vinayak.
A few years Younger to me,
But it has seen all my phases,
From childhood to youth,
It has held my deepest and darkest secrets.
A great listener, my partner in crime,
My closest confidante,
It has seen me laugh, It has seen me cry,
It has supported me through in the Most Painful and solitary of times.
It protects us all from the perils outside,
People say you are two sisters,
But I say NO, we have a brother,
More humane than many outside, Over the years HE has stood and still stands tall,
For people it might be bricks and stone,
For us it’s a son, a brother, Our Protector,
And HIS name is Vinayak.
It was the season of love,
In a garden full of flowers,
Surrounded by Roses and Tulips,
Carnations and Lillies,
Stood an Orchid all alone.
As the garden was raided by lovers galore,
To please their beloved,
In the name of love,
They plucked the Sunflowers and Peonies too.
But none of them entered the bog,
Amidst which the lone orchid grew,
Its bewitching beauty hidden to all.
And with its petals of delicate refinement,
It still stood tall,
With a rare yet radiant glow,
Gracious in the woodlands shade,
Proudly it stood alone.
Unknowing to all a girl had been struck,
By its solitary charm,
The next day she quietly tip toed into the bog,
Entranced by its beauty she touched its petals,
Not one to disturb its solitude though,
The Orchid she never did pluck,
Instead she planted a few more bearing the same unique charm,
In the shade of that mucky bog,
Just so it wouldn’t be alone,
At the onset of the next season of love.
P.S.: I know the flower in the photograph is not an Orchid but a Hibiscus. Orchids are my favourite flowers and this picture was the closest I could get to a picture with a flower and also the theme of the poem. Thankyou!