FREAK & PERFECT (a love story)

He was a freak,

In studies, was weak.

She was proper,

Maybe, a class-topper.

He admired her face,

And loved all her; ways.

She looked at him,

But her expression turned grim.

He desired for her,

And leered at all opportunities there were.

She too liked him,

But her big reputation was on whim.

He turned up,

And asked, “wassup”

She walked away,

As if he’s a tree by the way.

He tried again and again,

But all in vain.

She thought he’s a retard,

And slapped him; hard.

Depressed of rejection,

He left his education.

She went on well,

Graduated with 89%; hell.

He started singing,

Songs of his longings.

She got a job,

But work was blob.

People liked what he sang,

Fame and sound of money rang.

She sat in her cabin,

Bored, she watched, “just like raven”

She switched on channels,

Noticing the freak; on every music tunnel.

She logged on internet,

Found every song of the git.

Slowly and reluctantly, she pulled up close,

To hear; every word clearly, in the prose.

His words were for one,

And clearly told life isn’t fun.

She called up her assistant,

And booked, the tickets to his show at an instant.

She went to the show,

Watched; the freak as a pro.

He sang aloud,

Turned on, all crowd.

Songs of love and despair,

Set the crowd on air.

Every song was full of life,

And how, he wanted her to be his wife.

She sobbed and cried,

Saw the man she deprived.

Every girl in the crowd,

Was shouting, his name loud.

Each wish to replace the girl in his songs,

As he sang, “she is the only one for whom my heart longs.”

“Replacement is not possible.”

“Forgetting my first love is impossible.”

“So what if she is high up on a hill.”

“Someday I’ll climb the sill.”

“Even doom won’t bother.”

“Her rejection won’t matter either.”

“For, I just want to tell.”

“How much I love her still.”

“I might not be a fest.”

“For, I’ll let her decide the rest.”

“She might well reject me again.”

“And after that I’ll surely die of pain.”

Girl shut her eyes,

As the song, went to sighs.

Jerking her head,

She saw him crying as a young lad.

Suddenly her heart was on fire,

As the so-called, freak walked off the shire.

Singing, “Don’t stop me, please give way.”

“lemme reach her and do it today.”

Girl thought to run or hide,

But her heart wasn’t on her mind’s side.

Boy, reached her and fall on his knees,

Forgetting everyone around, his world at ease.

She looked up at his face,

Tears shone as some bright lace.

He held her hand,

Said, “I love you, more than beech loves sand.”

“I love you ever since I know you.”

“Have always loved you, will always love you.”

“I can’t guarantee you moon or stars.”

“Won’t be able, to take you for honeymoon on mars.”

“But I’ll give you my soul and life.”

“Will die anytime, you ask. Please be my wife.”

Fresh tears drained of girl’s eye,

Hugging him she said, “You deserve much better than I.”

Boy murmured, “But I love and want only you.”

Girl sobbed, “I love you too.”

Huddled together, they walked off proud.

Everyone watched and music played, as lovers departed the crowd.