When will we meet again

WHEN WILL WE MEET AGAIN

Boy:

I have known you far too long

and so this longing is restless

I liked every bit of you

even your innocent carelessness

I saw you first when were ten

and how we played house

and across those fields we ran

how happy you were to be my spouse(in game)

So Why this wait, why this holding back

why didn't we ever conveyed our feelings

why were so hopeless, why so shy

Why we didn't knew the love's meanings

Girl:

The initiative to convey isn't upto us

that's not how society grew me to be

if you did care so much about me

Why didn't you told, why let it be

I had those strange vibes too

but god, I didn't decode them earlier

otherwise my signals may not have been mixed

our lives would have been merrier

Boy:

I am not some badass in punk suit

that proposes every girl he sees

I am an introvert, who longs for true love

the one true touch, the true kiss

I didn't said anything you say

So why did I show up at your house for no reason

why did I say spent all those time

watching those crappy soap operas season after season

Because you seemed happy 

I wanted to make you more happy

if with your feelings for me

You would have been more snappy

Girl:

What's done is done there is no going back

I wish our lives hadn't turned this way

If only my fate were driven by my desires

Forever with you, I would like to stay

Don't stop me you can't, I am destined to go

I am inclined to live life in purgatory

Where I my only smile will come seeing you in fb posts

and all those mesmerizing memory

Farewell, my unsought-after love(kisses him)

farewell the man of my dreams

Yes they did promised to meet again

But the trajectory of their fate's were afar

They longed to see each other again

But they never knew their timeline's so bizarre

They never met, and they had no regrets

But yes they had a lesson to give

Not only in terms of love but anything

Never become afraid to achieve 

Author's Note

I had tried to make it shakespearen but I don't think it turned out well. But not mine, it's your opinions that matter. Please tell me how it was.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I don't get any bit of a Shakespearean sound from your poem, which isn't a bad thing, but just responding to your authors note. Your back-and-forth message feels as confused as a realistic conversation between two people breaking up. The guy feels like someone who deserves what's happening here and I would be OK with this split if I were the girl. When the guy makes that comment about "crappy soap operas" -- it doesn't exactly sound like he's being the most thoughtful guy in the world. If a guy was doing something he hated & then using that to show how much he had done for me -- screw him! This guy needs to go. And the girl is quite gentle & sweet to not tell him to take a hike. I'm proud of her for doing what she needs to do to further her life goals & not be sucked in by a shallow guy like that! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Shubham Sharma]

You are one of the few people who are able to decipher my poems when I try to make them a little confusing on purpose. And it makes me a little angry... But that's good as long as I have such a good critique by my side.

[barleygirl]

Oh so you think you're a really clever writer? Be careful about having an attitude about your own writing. It will come across as you being full of yourself. Examine the things that bug you (like my review making you a little angry). The things that make us react are often the places in our lives where we have work to do . . . (I'm not saying this as a put-down . . . I love your honesty & I love that you want to be a good writer).

[Shubham Sharma]

Yeah. Sometimes I get cocky because this is the only way I think I am able to differentiate between me and other writers but somehow somewhere a jigsaw piece remains in my psyche and that comes into the form of my work.

[barleygirl]

You do have a lot to differentiate yourself as a writer, so be confident, not cocky! *smile*

[Shubham Sharma]

*smile*(honored)

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Mmm...I like dialogues in poems...as am never peeping in any authors creations I don't how how Shakespeare's poem sounds like (only heard his name).....am just here to give some defining on your poem!
First the questions, then accuses, after that promises they stayed departed....
Quite a prologue type of a book that pushes the reader to scroll down for more till the end!
Great read😊

[Shubham Sharma]

Thank you. Your thoughtful reviews are what makes me better at this work.

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Wc😊....!!