She is always like this, unpredictable but finally does what you predicted, strong but emotional, has a never ending stock of tears but tough, cries for what you feel is not important, shows no reactions for what you feel is very emotional… well now I am back to square one - she is unpredictable. But… that’s my girl.
She told me yesterday on the phone (spoke for 1 hr, who cares it was her call) that I am not romantic. She wanted me to sing a song for her on the phone. What an unearthly wish was that! How can she expect a guy who has so far never sung, can’t even remember a single line of the song to sing for her? But it was her definition of being romantic. I always kiss her on the phone, and yesterday too I did, which somehow echoed in the earpiece of her (Simens M65) phone (I hate siemens phones). That’s it, that was the most severe mistake I committed which according to her, shows that I don’t care if she is hurt, I wont listen to her but still expect her to do whatever I tell….. (the list goes on…). OK, I knew one thing, she wanted to cry. So, I let her cry. But I don’t know, I feel bad when she does that. Its not that I get totally hurt, bcoz I know its her way of doing things. Now, when I start feeling bad, she consoles me again (add 20 more minutes to the call), asks me ‘sorry’ for hurting me. I knew she would do this, so I am very much right in what I told in my first few lines.
They say, you always feel like hurting the person whom you love most. Well not always, but atleast sometimes. Its very much true! So, after 58 mins of the call, she came back to that song stuff (I just cant sing, its impossible). So, finally I told her I would write a poem for her and send it (which she doesn’t want in her office id and she would delete any mail from me to her office id. But I know she wont and she would probably take a print out :-) , well thats expecting too much from her)
So, here goes the poem.
There I am, awake till I get a call
With her name on the screen
That marks my end of day (EOD)
Nothing more important, thats it, thats all
How I have nothing to say
but still manage to talk away
all for those kisses we exchange
and then say ‘Good night honey!’
-But I always manage to say ‘Call me in the morning’
because I can’t wait to speak again, anyway
But she never kisses easily (on the phone)
She says not today, she doesn’t feel like
I beg, plead, tell her its already 10 mins
Sometimes she will agree - (as good as salary hike)
Sometimes she wont, and god sometimes she hangs up
But I still wait, because I know, she’ll call again
I know its a waste of money,
But that’s my girl, I love her again
She cries for small little things,
but gives me strength like no one will
I wanted to wish her first on her b’day, but hell
She had already slept, but still
That’s my girl, I love her again
She forgets to do what I tell,
and when something happens she calls me
and how timidly accepts it, well
I can’t help but smile, and proclaim
That’s my girl, I love her again
I have written so many poems for her,
with all my emotions struggling in my limited words
With so much expectations I give her the poem
Expecting her to be emotional, expecting her to hug me
But she reads the poem and gives it back to me
As though nothing has happened, as though it doesn’t mean anything
I love her so much, she too loves me
But she tells she equally hates me
But I know, I am a lucky man, I have got a pearl
I know, She loves me more than I love her
With all her charm, her elegance, there she is, as always unpredictable -
That’s my girl!
OK, I have somehow managed to complete it. I have written some x to the power of n poems on her (where x and n are positive integers). She also has one of my books which has few poems. But still she wants me to write one more, she might/might not like this poem, I cant predict at this point of time, but I am damn sure of one thing; God has given up trying to understand women - its impossible!!