Seven Years Of You (A Song for Someone )

The first year I saw him
He was a cute boy with curly hair
A bunch of curls falling over his eyes
He sat on a chair next to me looking elsewhere
He didn't said 'Hello' nor did I
We were two different people in different worlds
I was thinking of someone else; I am sure he was too
I never saw him again
Nor did I once thought of him
He was just a cute boy with curly hair.

The second year I saw him

He was a happy boy laughing with his friends
Running with colors on his hands
Dancing to music, moon-walking, grasping time in between cigarette bits
Girls laughed with his humour, boys patted on his friendliness
I tried to smile when he asked me for a photograph
Trying to blend in a roomful of strangers
Trying to disguise happiness and friendliness
Because I was a sad girl with a sad heart
Sometimes the hardest thing is to make friends.

The third year I saw him
He walked up to me and told me I was pretty
He smiled when I said, "I know I am pretty."
Playfully we took a moment away from the crowded mall
Window shopped the clothes we liked
He said he wanted his best girl to wear pink
I said I wanted my best boy to wear blue
But before we could start another conversation
It was time to leave, but he asked me: can I see you again?
That evening he was wearing blue.

The fourth year I saw him
I saw dolphins jump when his eyes smiled
I noticed his manliness and earnestness
Every time he looked into my eyes
I quickly averted my eyes
Because I thought I might faint in his enthralling presence
I wanted to see him but when I saw him
I could not look because I was afraid of myself
Then he sang a song for me and smiled at me
And I heard dolphins clapping inside my heart.


The fifth year I saw him

He called me to a bright moonlit night
He had a new haircut but still his curls fell over his eyes
We had our first dance together
Laughed like kids at our similar dance steps
We got little tipsy and jumped, jumped and jumped all night
And when all were gone and the music stopped
He sat near me telling a story
I could not get his story so I held his hands
And fell asleep in his arms.

The sixth year I saw him
He was no more just a cute boy with curly hair
He had become someone to me
I could look into his eyes and stay that way
I locked my fingers with his in all ways possible
When he curled his arms around me, I embraced him back
He drew his face near me, kissed me and I kissed him back
Happy ending? No. Then life happens. Choices occur. Situations arise.
"This is our destiny." He said at our last moment together.
Our roads diverged but he had become someone to me.

This is the seventh year and I haven't seen him
I remember him asking, "Write a song for me."
So these words run wild inside me with this speeding night bus to somewhere
And these thoughts pass through me: If we never meet again
All these seven years will take us back again to the first year
When we were two different people in different worlds,
,But if we meet again, I know I would smile at him
He would smile at me and the dolphins would appear again
And these seven years will just disappear like a dream
Because if we were together we will be the same happy people again.