I don’t get it..

She loved him with all her heart,

At first crush and later love.

A dark, strong face held she,

Touching the cloud would be,

The only impossible when came..

His name.

Her love overflowed, yet so selfish was he

They were good friends.

Neigh, ‘friends’ ain’t suitable, for no name is able,

To but explain their relation.

Is his moral then,

“Precious things are meant to be used”?

She knowingly gets hurt at the end

But always gets even more happy

At his pull!

I don’t get it,

Play with a girl’s feelings?

-Arin Rahman


Secret of yours…

You are nice to me,

You are magnanimous towards all.

People hurt you, in fact over and over

Yet you do not thorn them

You are able to endure every sorrow?

Does sorrow and grief bind your life?

I get you not!

Your name defines “excellence”

Goodness surrounds you

Are you so overwhelmed of being not able to express!

Any emotion any longer?

Uniqueness encircles you

How come?

I wanna know the secret

Come and whisper it in my ears!

-Arin Rahman