Encrypted With Lost Key

Those were the peak days.

In a room of three hundred, you got my attention.

Though filled with joy whenever I meet you,

I controlled my emotions, as the time was not right.

Things commenced as a friendship, but there was no prejudiced in our attachment.

There was no favoritism, where the buddies kept making fun of me.

I had no endurance to fortify that I did have a passion for you.

Several poems written for you, remain in draft.

Several quotes are written to make you smile, lives in the draft.

Got a sense of belonging in a world full of chaos.

The nervousness, on confronting you, not my nature,

I lost myself in your black hole eyes.

For the first time, I felt powerful in a world, where I lived as a microbe.

But I decided to bury everything When I witnessed your expressions accidentally when your friends gossiped about us.

The emotions remain a secret, though my love is not an orphan.

A silent goodbye made sense as the passion for you, can't be masked friendship.

It is a poem on misunderstanding sometimes we get close to people assuming they are everything. But for them we maybe just one of the pages of their life may be an index or an appendix page which just helps others to get directed but they are not the part of the actual content.