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I Will Be....

This is the start of a trilogy of poems..... A series of 3 poems, more so to say a story. I think I started out with this idea thinking it was something new. I have no clue on how this will come out. The 3rd poem in the trilogy is something I am still working on. Do let me know what you think of it.....


Those days, when everything was so right,
The heart that was beating for her, every day every night,
The eyes that only wanted to see her,
The mind, how beautiful she was, just to wonder,
The ears only to listen to what she was going to say,
Loving her every moment, pondering - she too may,
She didn’t break my heart,
She tore “me” apart,
The very reason for my being was defeated…..Or so I thought,
The only greenery in my life now going through a drought…..
I don’t know why she didn’t love me ……………
Was it something about the way she wanted me to be?
Was it something else in me she looked for?
She didn’t tell me………
I still wander in search of the reason…
She set my thoughts free,
And no matter autumn or spring….or any other season,
Life has to go on … I have to be…
I can’t lose myself to her memories…
I need to know what life has in store for me…
That gives me a reason to live …
And no matter what, I will be…!!!!!!
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