The Silent Assassin

She was dressed smartly
all in blacks.
I was caught off-guard
unaware of the impending attack.

Like moth to a flame,
I was drawn to her.
She noticed the victim vulnerable
& got ready to pull the trigger.

Her big dark eyes
seemed like an endless well.
I think she already knew
that I was under her spell.

Luscious lips, chubby cheeks, slim waist,
She had 'em all.
For her unmatched beauty,
I had taken the fall.

A rush of blood I felt,
as I touched her silken skin.
Drifting in the moment was I,
Good and bad seemed akin.

Her majestic dark hair
could turn day into night.
I bet she knew within minutes,
that I'll go down without a fight.

She moved with grace & pride.
It seemed nothing could block her way.
I wondered 'Had my time come?
Was this the day?'

And then She looked towards me.
Curling her lips into a breathtaking smile.
The bullet had been fired.
But ALAS! I wasn't in the firing line!

Th bullet cloaked as a smile
was meant for someone else.
No one ever knew my pain.
My heart cried in vain for help.

And so this tale ends
in utter despair brought by harsh reality.
That my heart had been a victim
Of a bullet that didn't even touch me.

'A Best Friend' .... The best friend??

For a long time in my life,
I didn't have a best friend.
But then I met someone,
who wanted to be together till the end.

Soon casual calls turned to hourly chats
with apparently no topic at all.
And intellectual jokes turned to
silly limericks like 'humpty dumpty sat on a wall.'

Every IM brought a pair of smiles
and long hours ran off in seconds.
But milk does turn sour after a while.
And all good things must come to an end.

The friendship ended in misconceptions
and she took an oath to never look back.
I had lost my best friend.
Was it less than a heart attack?

She probably has a better life now
with some fancy new best friend.
But I still look for answers...
Can broken pottery be mend?

But life stops for none.
What's been done is done.
The dark night will surely pass
and there will be a new bright sun.

Will this sun bring along new friends
one of whom, someday, I could call my best?
Will there be many to choose from?
Is this yet another one of life's tests?

Do I really want a new best friend?
The answers to this I seek.
Does 'THE BEST FRIEND' really even exists?
Can she be found in spite of the chances bleak?

Are best friends even that important?
Do they really take us far?
Today I stand 'best-friend-less'
Do I really like the way things are?

I want to be nobody's best friend
and none to be mine.
'Coz the last time a best friend & I broke up
letting her go sure took a lot of time.