Ever Thought

When you love someone , you got loved equally , third person enters , you accept that third person but that particular third person and whom you love rejects your presence around them. That's it.

When I entered your life ,
for what reason nature was against me?
I can have escaped from the door,
to my wonderlands,
but i refused to do so.
Captured in love and thoughts,
I dare to ask why and whats,
and I might consider between a marigold.
Seconds are been counted along-ways,
you are taking me with your essence,
But why'd you stopped?
Why aren't you moving.
I thought you spotted something 
and yes, it is.
Difference but thoughts are same.
Sad 'come join us'
and I ran with the air.
Different characteristic but same min.
Oh yes! we can be one.
Being the white,
I thought we're mixed quite great-fully,
in love with a greater extent ,
together we live.
In change of seasons , 
changed their breathing directions,
and I felt alone.
questioned the mirror,
Why? I would like to ask.
Why didn't you let me come in then?
Why not both?
Why can't I enter?
Why cant I get a little importance?
Why I supposed to be a back up?
Why can't 'I' be inside your mind?
Why always one?
Why not two?
I am so delighted sarcastically
but I cant complain ,
and only route is,
Sacrifice! Calm! Survive! Patience!
Cry me a river till my last words,
your answers will always remain as
"I touched first and touched you later",
on my way back to mourn ,
Will you miss me when I am gone?
What is a day?
What are nights?
Everyone missed me for two days,
everyone need me for two days,
and they say "FOREVER".
Left everything you dislike
and the thread straws pulled , I realized,
isolated maze in a triangle.
Nights getting longer and longer 
and no seen sunshine,
talk with me forcefully
and you have your emotion failure.
What if I am thirsty?
you throw your water to a river
with enormous but infinite joy.
Don't worry for me,
I will be breathing,
and always be on your back and a back up,,
to catch your drops,
and light the lamp of sorrow.
Don't worry,
I will be breathing.
I am into you,
into your pathway of success,,
and every depth of my imagination,
will be screaming high
to choose 'both' or 'one' ,
All i want is 'we' and 'us' .
Is that my crime?
I wander,
will you fight for me someday?
will you miss me in the nights?
don't you want to hold me?
don't you want to share?
am I special for you?
Shall I expect some love?
Will we hold with those six hands ?
or just four?

Author's Note

There are much more 'Why' in this poem. Ignore such mistakes. thanks :)