that Look

I noticed you

on the first

day

of my shitty

College-life.

Had that look

of infinite

Depression

on your face

It was a

Familiar

sight from my

Mirror.

But then you

stopped

coming back

to this decrepit

Old palace of

Shattered hopes

and

Unforgiven

Dreams.

I searched and

longed

for a

Glimpse

but none

of the others

carried that

Look.

Until the day you

sat beside me

and gave your

viva-voce exam in

Physics.

It was refreshing

to hear someone

tell a barefaced

Lie

to the professor.

I could hardly

control my dark

Laughter.

During the 3rd

semester

you contacted me

out of the

Blue

for some wretched

Presentation

we had to

Submit.

As time passes on,

my feelings get more

Inexplicable and

Entangled.

I have certain

Circumstances -

my fucked-up

Life, intense

Hatred for this

city of the

Dead,

and pathetic

Ego

which has been

Wounded

Irrevocably

over and over

Again.

Or else, I'd have

straight up

Confessed

to you

and said those

Words

which I

dread to

Death.

"I like you."