The curse of first love is, that it is incomplete.
He saw her first in a crowded class,
Her laughter brighter than any glass.
A tenth grade boy with a timid stare,
A heart too weak, yet trapped in her stare.
Her eyes were stars he could never own,
A silent prayer he whispered alone.
He watched her speak, he watched her smile,
And dreamt of her for endless while.
The bell would ring, the students flee,
But his soul stayed, where she used to be.
Her hair would dance with the gentle air,
And he sat frozen, just watching there.
His friends all laughed, "Just go, just say,"
But his lips would tremble and fade away.
The words "I love you" burned his chest,
Yet never escaped, though he tried his best.
Nights grew long, he wrote her name,
On paper scraps that burned with flame.
A foolish boy with a poet's pen,
Living her smile again and again.
In eleventh class she walked in grace,
More light, more beauty upon her face.
She laughed with boys, she spoke with ease,
While he hid quiet behind the trees.
He saw her books, her careful hand,
The way her bangles would softly stand.
She passed him by, their shoulders near,
But he froze with longing, held by fear.
Jealous flames would tear his soul,
When others claimed the place he stole.
He cursed his tongue for staying mute,
For burying love so absolute.
At lunch she'd sit, her friends around,
Her voice the sweetest, silver sound.
He'd watch her laugh, but turn away,
Ashamed he couldn't find words to say.
Exams came fast, the year rolled on,
But in his heart her fire was strong.
Through numbers, words, through endless test,
Her face would haunt, deny him rest.
Twelfth began, the last long year,
He saw her walk, his chest burned clear.
She bloomed like roses in summer skies,
He drowned each day in her endless eyes.
She spoke of dreams, of future bright,
He dreamt of holding her close at night.
But courage failed, the chance slipped through,
And silence kept his love untrue.
When she walked past, her dupatta swayed,
His heart would stumble, his voice decayed.
The world could vanish, the clocks could stop,
He lived for moments when her eyes would drop.
Sometimes their glances dared to meet,
A fleeting second, cruel and sweet.
He'd carve that look inside his soul,
A broken picture that kept him whole.
Festivals came, and she looked divine,
Wrapped in colors, her beauty fine.
He stood afar, a shadow there,
While others gathered, bold to stare.
At times he dreamt she loved him too,
That in her silence, a spark was true.
But dawn would wake him, harsh and cold,
A boy unloved, with secrets untold.
She talked with friends of college days,
Of bigger worlds and brighter ways.
He feared the truth with aching chest,
That soon she'd leave, and end his quest.
Farewell arrived, the final stage,
Their childhood closed, they turned the page.
She came adorned in sari bright,
A vision burning in his sight.
Her laughter rang, her anklets sang,
His hollow chest in silence rang.
She moved like dreams the gods had spun,
And he knew his war was never won.
She signed his shirt with gentle hand,
Her touch too much for him to stand.
He smiled so faint, then turned his head,
To hide the tears his young heart bled.
The cameras flashed, the crowd grew loud,
But he stood lost amidst the crowd.
Her smile was brighter than all the rest,
And pierced like arrows into his chest.
He longed to speak, to make her stay,
To beg the stars not take her away.
But destiny laughed, his courage gone,
The stage was set, the play was done.
When music played and goodbyes near,
He clenched his fists to hide the fear.
For love had bloomed but never told,
A story silent, forever cold.
As she walked out, her eyes so free,
He whispered softly, "Remember me."
Though she could not hear, his heart still cried,
For first love never says goodbye.
The curse it left was sharp and deep,
A wound his soul would always keep.
Her face would haunt, her voice remain,
A sacred joy, a sacred pain.
Years may pass, and years may go,
Yet he'll remember that tender glow.
The girl who walked but never stayed,
The love he held, yet never made.
For first love lives, though incomplete,
A broken song, forever sweet.
It burns in silence, hides in shame,
But never dies, it keeps the flame.
So if you ask him what he knew,
He'll say, "I loved, though love was few.
I watched her grow, I watched her fade,
But never spoke the vow I prayed."
Her farewell smile, his final sight,
Still follows him in dreams at night.
The curse of love, his endless crime,
A wound that heals but not with time.
As buses left, she turned to wave,
A moment he would always crave.
Her hand raised high, her smile so true,
The last goodbye he ever knew.
And so he lives with hollow eyes,
Still chasing stars in empty skies.
For first love ends where words don't start,
But lingers on inside the heart.
We all have that one moment in life where our heart beats only for them. Where every glance, every smile feels like a universe opening inside us. We crave their love as if it's the air we breathe, as if without it, nothing else would ever make sense.
But sometimes… it's not meant to be.