Butterflies

Sweetheart, Let me start with the story of 'Those butterflies’

Remember the first time we had met

Me, just the college going lad, spectacled, a little out of fashion hair …rolled up shirt, slightly torn denim

You the princess@ next lane, no idea how many heart- fails your beauty had caused by then

Ohh those stunning eyes and sparkling skin, radiant hair and the joyful heart within …

You remember first time that our gazes had met …that ‘red and red’ blush you had all over your face

You know what I felt then?  Let me see how much you know me .come on give it a guess

Ok let me say … that very day ,I knew you are my first love and will be my last love

And that is when, ‘they’ came,they hugged , as I kept looking at you ,‘they’ invaded me, and gently kissed my eyes

They spread with élan, from my eyes to  my heart and to my stomach, and all that is mine,the story of ‘those butterflies’                            

 Sweetheart, you need to hear me out still, today is a ‘nice’ day and I want to put our love-logue on reel

That red on your face … painted my heart red ….like red perpetually and red without end

And since that day …to make you smile, I could walk a thousand mile

The 1^st thing I ever wanted was ‘you’ … the second thing I  wanted was ‘you’ and the only thing I ever wanted was ‘you’

(That thought puts me to a nice dream …let me wake up)

Haha … if I think, it makes me grin … how strange all these passing years since then, have been

My spectacles have given way to lenses and the college boy in me has grown into a man

My love for you grew exponentially as you grew up to be the most beautiful lady in this planet

(Although the ‘red ‘ on your face these days  seems less natural and more the cosmetics that you apply)

And your love ...ohh your love has grown, bigger, better and ripe

... not for me ,but for all the other men that have come into your life

Sweetheart how could it be, that same ‘you’ loves someone and that someone is not me

And you my sweetheart never for a moment  thought you would have to pay a price

For breaking my faith, raking my brain …taking away all ‘those butterflies’ …

The first time you ‘cheated’ … I thought my fault still and I had slapped myself hard, consoled my heart

Thus, First time slapped

Second time slapped (as you cheated me again)

Third time slapped (and yet again)

And the Fourth time I have stabbed and I have stabbed with a big sharp knife,right here today,right  across your heart

And now my sweetheart as you lie in front of me, still and tranquil, and so beautifully closed eyes

And that lips and that skin and hair and majesty …sweetheart I can again feel the butterflies

And this is the story of ‘these butterflies’ and they will stay with me forever and ever

Now no more he, it is just you and me …ohh in demise you did such an awesome surrender…

And as you lie, still and dead ,With the blood that’s oozing out from the big knife injury , I shall paint you red

Now no more he, it is just you and me …that same room of mine, in this same bed

Sweetheart, You remain still …and just feel …feel as I touch you, one one inch one one time

And with the butterflies all over now, I shall make love to you as if I was making love to you first time all over again

As if it was just the college boy and just the 'princess of the next lane'

We shall freeze this moment, preserve this love, the ’red’ in you and the butterflies forever from now

( A dangerous fictional character somewhere deep inside us ,just murdered 'his girlfriend' ... )