The untold

(*Pehla dedaar* ) *(First glimpse)* 

In the rush of everyday life, everything felt colourless and plain,
Until the day I first saw her — and suddenly my world found its shade.

Behind the mask, when the light of her eyes quietly shimmered,
Those kohl-lined glances became the compass of my heart.

Winter air wrapped the morning, mist rising with every breath,
Yet one look at her face warmed every corner of my soul.

Fair skin, golden hair, and magic hiding behind her glasses,
In a single glimpse, it felt as if my entire world had changed.

From dawn to dusk, one hope kept me alive —
That I might see her again, and my day would bloom in her sight.

The day she sat in my shift, my heart bowed in gratitude,
Was it destiny’s kindness or the echo of my silent prayers?

Out of six hundred people, she took the seat beside me,
My heart was screaming, yet my lips searched for words.

Our first meeting began with a playful fight, but our hearts understood,
From teasing and laughter grew a bond that deepened every day.

*(doosri Mulakaat)* *(second glance)* 
 _PV_

She went back to her shift, and life returned to its steady flow,
But the second time I saw her… a deeper story began to grow.

She played cricket with her teammates, laughter floating in the sky,
And the way her fragile hands held the ball—made my restless heart sigh.

I walked with friends that evening, but the moment she came into sight,
My steps froze mid-air, my world paused—nothing else felt right.

For an hour I stood watching quietly, letting every moment pass slow,
And when her team lost the match, I felt her pain before she could even show.

She cried like a child that day, blaming herself for the fall,
And something inside me whispered—go to her, answer her silent call.

We had met just once before, yet a strange nearness pulled me near,
It felt unusual to approach… but my heart walked ahead of my fear.

Those trembling minutes between us were the softest beginning of “we,”
In her tear-stained smile I felt a warmth that was slowly claiming me.

From that day our words found pathways, meeting in whispers each day,
Different shifts kept us apart, but our voices carved their own way.

Sometimes I waited during her hours, sometimes she stayed back for mine,
And in the cool garden breeze each evening, our moments began to align.

She shared stories of a love unfinished, tears glistening like rain,
And as she broke in front of me softly, my heart absorbed her pain.

She started holding me special, though my own heart wandered unsure,
What was this bond rising between us—love, destiny, or something pure?

I longed to ask what she felt, but fear kept my questions sealed,
What if this fragile closeness shattered, the moment truth was revealed?

*(Teesri mulakaat)* *(The third meet)* 
 _PV_ 

Oh my friend, how could I forget that third, unforgettable night,
A moment that carved its story in my heart with gentle light.

My shift had ended, hers as well, dusk fading into blue,
She went to change her clothes… and fate quietly shifted the view.

She wore a traditional dress that day, elegant but heavy to bear,
And going home in that attire alone was more than she could dare.

Evening slipped into darkness, shadows walking by her side,
We were new friends, yet no one else was near her to confide.

Calling an Uber or Ola stirred a tremble of fear in her chest,
But destiny placed my name in her heart — the one she trusted best.

Softly she asked, “Will you drop me home…?” a quiver in her plea,
And without a thought I whispered, “Yes,” as if her trust belonged to me.

For the first time she sat on my bike, gentle, quiet, divine,
And in that delicate moment, the moon felt close — almost mine.

Her home was forty kilometers away, yet the journey felt timeless and true,
Every breath of that road became a memory that still feels new.

The wind hummed around us, the night listened to our unsaid song,
And I rode with a careful heartbeat, guarding her all along.

It wasn’t just our third meeting… it was destiny’s soft, unfolding art,
A road we traveled together… and a bond that began to take root in the heart.

*(Aakhri Baarish)* *(last rain)* 
 _PV_ 

When she said she’d met someone, my whole world fell apart,
I smiled like nothing happened… but it quietly shattered my heart.

There wasn’t “love” between us, nor a promise ever made,
Yet it felt like something priceless slipped from my hands and slowly faded.

It was like a dress I adored, watching it day after day,
I thought it waited for me… until one morning, it was simply taken away.

No matter how often I returned, that place stayed empty and bare,
A silent reminder that some things vanish—never again found there.

From that moment, the distance grew; we couldn’t be the same,
Her heart had chosen another path… and mine had no one to blame.

Days passed, and I tried to heal, trying to understand the end,
I saw her sometimes in the corridor… just smiled and walked past like a friend.

I taught my heart to forget, to bury what it once knew,
But the wound inside was deep, and the ache quietly grew.

Life kept moving, step by step… until the day that news arrived,
The news of her wedding—every old scar suddenly came alive.

My heart went breathless, every memory screamed in pain,
But tears weren’t allowed anymore… I couldn’t break again.

So I smiled through the moment, even as my chest felt tight,
Sometimes we walk through storms alone… pretending everything’s alright.

Things fall apart, and time tears us in two,
I said, “I’m fine,” though my heart knew it wasn’t true.

She was once my “almost,” my maybe, my might—
But now she’s a story that slipped out of sight.

No one needs to tell me to move on or try,
I see her in my mind like a fever I can’t deny.

Good things don’t last, and life moves too fast,
Some dreams aren’t meant to grow… they’re meant to pass.

She’s happy and free now; that’s all I can see,
And maybe she loved me once—quietly, secretly.

No one knows her like I did, no one ever will,
But some truths stay hidden, some moments stay still.

Each time she touched my world, I wondered what she felt inside,
But she never meant to hurt me—so I kept every ache… quietly, deep inside.