He was crazy about me
But I thought he was just another irritating bee
One day he got so close
I could feel his breath on my nose
Friendship I did not mind
And so I was carefully kind
He invited me on a date
It was his birthday he said at the gate
He would wait for me to come
Cake cutting otherwise would be none.
I forgot the date and day
Since he was not a part of my way
I never saw him again
But it caused me no pain
I forgot all of it and went on with life
Ten years later, wiser and more mature
I was in the same town after ages
I heard a knock on my door every night
But there was no one to be seen on sight
I thought it was strange and odd
Couldnt figure out on how to prod
Until one day when I lost my way around.
Driving round a bend my car took a sway
I was out in minutes and drenched in the rain
Not a living being could the surrounding claim
Fear gripped my heart as I stepped forward
And I knocked the door hard like a coward
The door swung open on its own accord
Not a soul had tread this dwelling in ages
I was sure of that as I took in the discoloured images
Dark though it was I spotted the table in the centre
The cake stood there with unlit candles like a blunder.
Then I spotted the knife right there
And beside it was the ghost of the boy
Who stilled in time waiting for me on his birthday
My horror knew no bounds as he looked at me thrilled
His eyes shone so bright that I was grilled
Ugly, sinister and monsterly was he
A long dead man, absolutely ghostly
His intensions I knew would be as gory
I was already as good as stone-dead
Even as he carried me in his arms
And walked toward the table
That for ten years had been laid.
Note: We take things for granted many a time. Most of the time we never realize or give a thought to what it may do to the other person. This dark poetry of sorts brings out one extreme of such a situation...
