That Childhood Love

Many a times I wonder

At what point of my life I grew up ?

Was it when I was able

to hold a tea cup ?

Or when I cheered myself

when felt a bit down in the dumps ?

Was it when I learnt to apologize

for my mistakes ?

Or when I gained knowledge

to bake a cake ?

Was it when I stood

first in the class ?

Or when I made habit

of always wearing a mask ?

Exhausted me ,

attempting to find the answer 

Instantly concluded ,

It was not when I succeeded

in making the puff ,

But all above ,

Darling , It was that "Childhood Love" !

Things like those just pushed me ahead ,

But what literally was the turning point ,

Was when I read the book of true love .

When slowly and slowly I turned the pages ,

And each chapter of that book

changed me a bit or more .

Words unsaid , feelings unexpressed ,

both failed but tried their best .

Love at twelve ,

Undoubtedly sounds hilarious.

"Affection at this age is just attraction"

says the world .

If attraction doesn't last longer ,

Then why still that person

comes in my dreams each day and

yes he loves me back every time he says .

Why still when I listen the song sang by him,

It takes me into flashback

making me realize that now

I am nothing to him .

Why still when I close my eyes at night ,

Finds each other fighting

like husband and wife .

Every time I see him with someone else ,

I still cry silently with tears in eyes

and on lips a fake smile .

This is why I fear ,

If it was just a fascination ,

Why all these things happen

even after eight years ?

Many love stories remain incomplete ,

But with those it happens ,

they never cheat .

May be it was just a chapter

and not a whole book

But now it's time to tear those pages ,

by hook or crook .