A POEM FOR A MAN- NOT RHYMING BUT EVERYTHING I FELT TILL DATE

'Knock, knock' you start saying
'who is there' I ask
"well, well, you know me , don't you?'' you respond
I start to hang up, and as if you read my mind, you speak quickly
'Just so you know, this is how it feels when you ask me a hundred times 'how do I look, honey?'
Despite my anger, I start to laugh

I make it fade away, and I start,
'listen mister, i am not this predictable
You want to know how I feel,
So here it goes...'

You don’t talk much, you are unreadable.
The conversations would range from anything to sports to politics.
You are unpredictable.
But you are whom I turn to when I am in trouble.

Brown eyes which speak volumes,
That familiar smile which describes me your mood,
Never really seen you cry,
I don't understand why you think, you ought to be a superman!

Your timings are impossible,
When I say 11, how come you always reach at 1!
But, you smile that, sweet smile,
Tell me cutely: I am sorry, babes.
That’s all you need to say, you know

A serious discussion turns into a make out
Its fun to see you freak out,
When I pull your leg and call you names.
You are a roaring lion, waiting but impossible to tame.

You drive me up the wall,
With your football and volleyball,
A strong man, a generous stranger
A confident professional,
A caring friend and a perfect soul mate

We are opposites of each other,
I say north, and you say west
Life’s a roller costar but its great coz you are by my side
There are times when I pull my hair in agony,
And many which I lose in worry

I lived before you came,
I had my share of fun,
I didn't believe in love,
Not of course till that day
When I saw you from my window

Angelic n peaceful,
So blissful it made me want you then and there

As if you heard me,
You sat up on your bed,
Grinning like goofy
Gotcha girl, I caught you starin

Closed my door, though m smiling

I find the note up your window
‘Love you babe, this ain't fair’

And that’s how my day goes,
You have anything to add, mon frere?

He hung up the phone,
I sit disgusted and embarrassed,
I hear a knock on my door
Rushing to see if its him

Its just the postman with a letter,
Open to read:
Go to the window, is all it says

The same note was written again and it really wasn’t fair
Coz he beat me yet again

Later that night, when i am off to bed,
I receive a text message: You are perfect the way you are
is all it says.

I lie down in awe,
wondering how could he speak in 20 words what i couldn't say in 2000 words

That's why we are opposite, is the answer I get
I show my care, But you make me feel rare

' Men can't live with them,
Surely can't live without them....!'