Tender (love)

What I feel each time I see her,
I cannot call it love, for it will only
Abuse or praise my tender heart
Who is yet to know either and judge.
And how she looks back at me
Dancing her eyes, rolling them all over me is something else.
My friends, older than me, tell me she is big enough, out of my reach,
Yet in my heart I know that I love her and the sense of her being.
I love the way I wait hours to look at her when I go down to play,
And when she comes in early morning, as fresh as she bathed.
Isn’t it all love? I asked them who mock me.
And in return they say,
She’s only to give you a chocolate or two,Not the things you don’t even know of.
I turn around and walk towards home,
I didn’t understand what they said.
Yet another morning in the scorching heat,
Outside her house in the society park,
Holding my bat, I’m waiting in sweat for her to step out and smile back.

Dark

Shelter my heart and satiate my thirst
But dear lady, don’t get me obsessed with love.
I have come a long way out of those streets
And sometimes in nights alone
A waste an hour or so mourning
Those days of us and how it went
From you and me to me and more and many.
Each one at a time
I thought I loved,
Each one once in a while
I just selfishly cared.
Come tonight for my walls resent this guilt
Of whatever they did
The blame that must be their or not.
I could care less today and work it out in days to come
But as a human that I am,
Love is a tender bliss of lust and life
Taken in proportion each rational,
I seek to accept the fragility of this relation.
So shelter my heart and deviate my mind
Because within these webs for once
I need to feel lost again.