How could a face so fair
Turn out to be devious and cunning?
His words as sweet as an angel's
Oracle,
His eyes trapped me in a wonderland
Of my own misery.
Like a magician he played tricks :
Wove a web of false illustrations in
My mind, tricked my soul; made me
Hallucinate - believe that everything
We had was real, when in reality it was
A fabrication of his own truth.
He took me for a gateway of his words,
His promises, all that he wanted to do
With me.
Wanted to grow together like a plant
Blooming and reaching for its high -
The sun.

I hath known him for months and just
As I thought that we were starting the
Journey of sailing together, he left me
Alone in the boat and vanished in thin
Air as though he was smoke and he
Knew that smoke and water don't mix ;
Smoke blends with air and not water.
Maybe he knew all along yet he
Continued his magical tricks on me.
Some could say he was a witch.
For he casted a spell on me with his
Charm and made me slip on the icy
Water.

I warned myself again and again.
Warned the ship of the incoming
Iceberg.
Promised my titanic it won't sink.
Though the reality was different.
I didn't sink, only had my head
Pushed in cold water and catch a cold
That cost me a dime and three weeks
Of sickness.

I met him at a celebration.
Amongst all the trees, he was a breath
Of fresh air or so I thought.
Our eyes met like two locks joining a
Big door.
His were light to my contrast of
Dark brown.
He had the sweetest smile cast on his
Face when we met.
We spent hours together flocking
From place to place like birds.
He had dimples like soft cheese.
He carried an aura of mystery with him
And I being the curious cat I am, it
Drew me in, intriguing me.

I don't know where or how or where
Things - we went wrong.
For I don't remember doing anything
Hurt worthy to him.
Maybe it was a facade; an illusion, a
Lie he had built for his convenience to
Trick me in.

He and I knew the same players of the
Circus.
I do know that they spread falsehood
About me to his ears :
Setting an inferno in his mind;
An inferno burning away all that we
Had, papers and image of me.
For a man that claimed to not get
Knotted in the snake's nest, he surely
Got stuck in one.
His actions never matched his words.
Maybe I should've known then but
Stars, fate and the biggest troublemaker
Of them all - love were being a giant
Spider catching its prey offguard in its
Web.

As time flashed by lightning
And the curtains of truth prevailed,
I readied myself and this poem is the
Last document of all that I've felt.
With this I'm letting go and closing the
Gateway and moving on to better doors
And boats waiting for me to sail on the
Glorious sea and flourish and change.

He longer means to me.
All that left is an image of a forgotten
Celebration, closed doors and fresh
Doors to knock and flowers to receive.

Written from my soul. One of the most truthfully poems written recently. This poem captures everything I've felt.

It's true what they say :
You never forget your first.

- Ridhima Joshi