And He Walked To His Love

A little everything is all that matters,
When I see you wave at your mates.
And you seem pleased with the slightest flatters,
They deliver a flying kiss, Oh! your dates.

I wear fancy clothes and apply shiny lip gloss.
For you to see me once, for real and not when in trance.
I wear the latest hair colors, stealing my mom's dollars,
I polish my nails clean, with all the brands from the magazine.

At nights when I sit to study I keep wondering...
How the next day I could look more appealing.
But days passed by and all I get from you is...
A couple of funny stares in the last 250 days.

No more of faking around, and now my normal self abound.
I no more look at you, or notice the things you do.
Three months pass by, with my grades I am already pre-occupied.

And then one day a strange voice calls my name,
Sounds familiar, but I wonder where I heard the same.
I turn around with the pencil in my mouth,
My head spins and gets filled with doubt.

The sweetest "Hi!" you deliver me;
And I realize, that all this time you had been a seeker of simplicity...

Wish I were a boy

When I would walk down a street,
and with head high, love being a deadbeat.
when I would look at a sensible chick,
and then moments of her with me would flick.
I would just make my way to her;
and lead her to my drive like her personal chauffeur.

When the boys would try to mess with me,
and to what I do or believe they disagree.
I would not hesitate to pass my strong fist,
And let them know that another bully cannot co-exist.

When I would feel low and while all alone,
And deep in my tiny heart I would feel thrown.
I would just go to the nearby store,
Buy me some cigarettes or walk to a h're.

When my girlfriend says, "I cant continue with you";
fearlessly claim that the love was just hitherto.
I would not hesitate to turn my back to her
And diminish the pain in my heart, just like a blur.

I would walk again, as easy as a toy...
And start with the next, thats the advantage of being a boy...