My First Poem And First Crush

I see him everyday in my class....so busy with that huge notebook of his! It's even bigger than the exact size of his face. But all day, he would keep his nose buried inside that book, scribbling out god knows what. He did have an intellectual aura surrounding him, that kept me guessing...


"What does he write about? Why is he so studious and inert?"


This curiosity made me a regular stalker of his antics. I found him fascinating, deep, composed and extremely cryptic natured - an introvert who preferred mingling with the elitists and keep distance from the species who call themselves "the social butterflies". The worst thing was when I discovered that I was falling for that guy. It was evident though that a boy of his likes would never cast his attention towards any being who was not the bit attentive in class, let alone studied hard. I was plain, simple, a bit hesitant in voicing out my inner-self...being almost invisible in the classroom. But I had expressed a small percentage of my thoughts about him in a poem. It was a very juvenile one, my very first attempt to write something about a special someone, but it had meant a lot to me then.


You are a writer and I am a poet.
You write stories, I rhyme it.
You set your words fury in a rhythmical rhyme.
I sit beside you to tame them in my rhythmical poem.


Well that was all that I had written. This was one of the first poems of my life...


We are now promoted to the next higher class, but things have not changed a wee bit. He continues to be inert, suave and my feelings for him continues to grow. It's this behavior of his that has planted the seed of love in my mind...and it's his vanity that waters and nurtures the seed of liking in my heart. But the boy has no idea that I even exist...which made me write the next few lines.


It has been 2 years already,
But you are still ignorant of my true feelings.
We have never talked with each other,
Even though it's the same class we have been studying in.


My secret is unknown even to my best friends.
I am always silently watching over your antics.
You are the most fantastic person who has caught my eye,
I have very carefully preserved all our group pics.


This teenage love is a very strange thing,
It is sweet and yet we are afraid of taking risks.
Being in love for the first time is very much a heart-breaker,
Yet it's eternal as the very first lovers' kiss.


I am afraid of expressing myself,
Cause the fear of rejection scares the heart.
But the sickeningly sweet emotions that I can no longer hold back,
Makes me wonder, should we come close or should we part?


Not bad for a newbie in love right?