I will die for this love.

The girl embraced death as she could not stand up against her life. The boy-in-love is shattered . 

It was my first sight ,
When I gave up to fight.
You broke up the light,
and then came closer to fix it right.
I understood you time for first.
Beyond the beauty and the lust.
I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.


To make sure none followed where we led.
I erased the traces of our track.
Worried was I, and unaware were you.
Anxious was I , You didn't leave a cue.
Hurricane within me, but you a dove,
I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.

Those were my hey days
Cared little I outta all the maze.
But when I was vague in notion ,
All I found you with potion.
I might be labyrinth, but You were nub.
 I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.



Cuddled you and I muffled thou in shoulder.
Blood start up to flow sooner but colder
I froze , I felt sick and aeon older
Holding tears didn't make me stronger.
I scoured life to where I could grub.
 I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.

Your blinking eyes make me blink
Was this a connecting link?
Color of your gown was pink
And water was flowing in sink.
 I embraced you and a tight clutch
Lips whispered , no word as such.
Valediction neared, you shined Cherub.
 I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.

I slipped for you on first sight.
Why did you loosen my kite.
Had you too held me tight.
'I' were ' We' in every flight.
Now I am sordid, I snub.
 Forever and ever ...................
 I will die for this love.
I will die for this love.

~ Sumit.

The last page

More he was thinking , more he was hating himself. Couched in the corner of his own house, Anuj was crying and was impatient to return the notebook to where-it-should-definitely-be.
Each event since morning were vivid and picturesquely  engulfing his thought in random. He wished time and again that he had a way to go back in the time and undo the things - undo the way he had stolen his best friend's class note just before the examination , undo the jealous that soured him to do so, and undo many many other things !.
Amit had  many goodness and a very few things to list that someone , even slightest acquaintance of his would not like. But, all the adjectives pertinent to him were minuscule when someone  just had a thought that  in what circumstances these qualities were born in him . Anuj and Amit were napkin friends . The one reason for this bond was, perhaps, their being neighbors and the fact that children don't move far to search a friend, but this was not the only limiting reason . Their thought developed together and alike and so did they.
In their  fraternity, Anuj was extempore while Amit was introvert. Anuj was obstinate and Amit was adapting . Anuj was ambitious and Amit was practical . Anuj had enjoyed him juvenile days of his life, but perhaps life had enjoyed with Amit a child. Despite all these, one thing was common in the two friends - they belied the phrase ' Everything appears on the face' . 
Not that Anuj was not good in studies and extra-curricula , but it was perhaps nature's gift to Amit that was making him unparalleled both in and out the classroom . But, none of the friend deigned for the unquestioned skills of Amit. Good days were flying until then .

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This was pre-final examination of higher secondary. Everyone in the class was working very hard to secure good marks because this was the penultimate chance for each of them to prove and to build their future . With no change in the continuum, Amit was acing the exams, He had already gird up his loin for the final exam - a step towards his dream to be a doctor and help the people to live a beautiful life.

The persistent dreams in one's life don't come without reasons .  Amit had lost his mother at the age of four due to inadequate medical treatments in village . Mother bereaved in diarrhea and the father preferred to  leave his company with an accident occurred in the mill he was working. All he got in bequest were an elder brother and a hut, he affectionately called 'home'.
Life is a good teacher they say and what does a good teacher wants other than a precocious student . So was Amit!.  Waking at the morning when eyes fail to recognize even the hands in ethereal dawn, distributing the newspapers in 10 miles of the region, taking tuition to some tots in neighbors, and working as an assistant   in only medical shop of the region  after he backed from school slowly assimilated in his routine of life as ' extra-curriculum activities ' . He always tried to disguise his hardship by the smiles on strands of his lips  and was often successful too.

Sex and revenge have two things in common - the idea of both conjure inadvertently and they both prefer to challenge the tolerance of the host. Anuj could not control the latter . Gradually his jealousy for Amit was transcending the affection for his best friend. He started feeling insulted for he was not getting people's appreciation and attentions and assumed that it was so because Amit was outperforming him.

Final exams arrived.  The teachers. his brothers and all his friends had expectations from Amit that he would brighten theirs and the district's name . Anuj too had prepared well , but he could not control himself. He managed to steal the only notebook Amit had for all the important subjects. He didn't give a second thought while doing so. All that he wished for was that  Amit wont't get  good marks without the notes. After all, it was very difficult to revise the subjects overnight when gaps in the exams' days  were not sufficient.

The two papers were over and Anuj was sure that Amit won't have performed as expected. But still, he wanted to ensure that. He stepped to Amit's home , which was not too far from his own, after second paper He was stunned for what he saw . He was lying on a bed and his head and left hand had got plasters.Soon, Anuj was informed that Amit worked too hard for the paper and escaped his meals and sleeps too. This cruelty on his body had taken the toll and he  felt dizziness while coming to home . After that he found himself struck to a vehicle . Anuj left the place but something quenched inside him he could not resist .  Before he departed  Anuj tried to read Amit's face - but he could not see anything beyond the bandages and his false smiles- not even a sliver of low confidence or pessimism  through his blood red tired eyes.

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Amit tried to undo the wrinkles of his bed once he stood up for drinking water . His hand struck to something in the right corner of his bed.
Amit was turning his notebook and was crying . He was not aware how did he got his notebook there and perhaps he was not willing to. He was not having time for tomorrow's exam. He turned the page and a heavy drop of tear fell down on the last page. This was exactly the same page where his friend Anuj's tear had fallen and dried few hours back.