romantically challanged

Hello. I'm a street. a street that often remains dark and quiet in the evening. with not a huge triumph crowd following.. they have fan followings, those rockstars of the world out there.. I do have a crowd follwoing too lol. but not to worry to care about me.. but to demolish them beneath their shoe soles...munch on me.. and galvanise me ( they all it modification) but the pitch and sand.. but again thats what i'm made for.. and thats the way the world goes around.
there's a new trend in the city.. do u know

whats this new trend.. that you have to have a boyfrined?.. or is it love as they claim?.. Love.. huh.. how can it be love.. because my iamgine , my dreams, my thoughts about lvoe does not even coincide one percent to this new trendy " LOVE"...
sneaking out of colleges and skools, bunkign tutions.. they go to these romantically challanged palces.. ( the places were famous but now they r romantically chalanged).. and I'm one such romantically challanged place..I have seen the end and beigging of many such trendy loves. they hold hands, and share personal moments. I see them all ... they cheat on each other ...they lie , they fraud.. I see them all. they harrass, they torture... they often try to molest the girls.. i can't help but i see them all..all happening wide open in fornt of my eyes but all i can do is stare. and cannot turn off the dirty film going on... not that it is dirty always.
my idea of first love... when i met the street in the neighbourhood.. hehe. I'll continue with that story later on. However, the idea of lvoe is no mroe alive in me. they lay in the ruins of dark ashes... called romance.. I would once romance with the sky above. I would liek to at least. and once and for all.. I shall be happy ... eternal happiness.
My dreamt version of lvoe was -----
I know she doenst love me, but still i love her.
Not because, she will ahve to lvoe me back , but because i want to be with her forever... just as a bystander.

However, perhaps landing back to reality, since that is not possible.. i lay remain.. quiet and clam as ever.. a street , which is often called lover's point, love birs cage.. and so so..a street, which is by now romantically challanged.

I stood and stared.. avoiding others..

heart aches, it really aches today
it really as i think of this day
the sudden breeze of the silent eve
from the tree there falls a tiny leaf
it remains unnoticed, on the road
it could not bear the heavy load
unnoticed, unbotherd.. it lies on the ground
the buses and tarms pass out like the hounds.
and in those crowd buses and trams
i could see those cruel eyes
the leching eyes of that guy of the slum
I flee , i run to avoid seeing..everything
but the leaf if lays then and there
and as she leaves my hand and rushes to catcht he bus
to be with those cruel and unworthy men
or women, or children even they r blind today
i stood there, with the onstant gaze of the slayer of the slum'
and i forgot about the hound and hiz gaze
and i stood and stared and beside me there laid the leaf.

I stood and stared....

and in the last hours, time seemed to run so fast
the moments just did not lasst
one moment we were all standing and howling
screaming and dancing to the music of euphoria
next moment... it was all gone with the wind.
and it did not last too long. a sip of wine and it was gone forever.
is forever the right word to use?.. i dont know..
i think i'm still living in my last hours.in those last hours.
she turned her heels.. i clutched her.. she grabbed me back for a last hug.
do you ever feel that it was the last hug.. or you felt liek just another hug .
like those we had in skool time.. i just stood and stared.
i knew it.. glimpses of tear ... a sad face ... i wa snot smiling too
i am not smiling now... but neither do i cry
they r all unhappy thinking about it.. am i thinking
i think so , 'coz im writing this right now...
and then she left with all us stunned
stunned were them, i was stoned
and all the frnds cried and moaned
but i just stood and stared........................