इफ यू हप्पें तो बे सोमेथिंग;वहत विल इ बे?

There may be many an options with you but,

I’ll turn out to be the only probability or there will be no possibility.



If you happen to be my primary school mate;

I’d have blown my trumpets and made you happy.



If you happen to be my secondary school mate;

I’d have been down to earth, calm but naughty.



If you happen to be my higher secondary school mate;

I’d have been pretty ordinary.



If you had been my college mate;

You’d have not experienced much of me.

I’d have been yet another fellow in your corridor of life.



If you are a book;

You’ll either be remaining in my cupboard unopened,

You’ll be supporting this muffled head’s head quite often as a pillow.



Most probably you’ll be in the book store;

I’ll be standing out wondering whether or not to buy you.



If you are a leech and if you find yourself inside my room;

You’ll feel for your very existence.



If you happen to be freedom;

I’ll be cast by vendetta or non-violence.



If you are my friend;

I’ll be both resurrection and life.



If you happen to be my sister/brother;

I’ll be your van guarder, and will give my shoulders along with hugs and kisses.



If you happen to be my girl;

I’ll be the reason for your complex splendors castled by the vicissitudes of fate,

I’ll be performing permutations and combination’s and would have become a mad scientist or at least mad.

You’ll be the essence of my life; towering above the others reaching the eminent peak both in my will and Jill.



If you happen to be a gorgeous girl who by passed me;

I’d have bought copyrights from your guy and dashed a thesis about you in split seconds.



If you happen to be single and a gorgeous female;

I’d have posted a disclaimer on your forehead.



If you happen to be my pen;

You’d have never been of use much in exams,

You’d have experienced my acidic saliva;

Quite often you’ll be penning down a stretch of juggled letters,

Letters jiggle and bob out in different colors with multivariate meanings in the white sheet like a merry-go-round.



If you are rain;

I will stretch my hands,

Stare at the clouds which obscure the sun with dark and loud,

And get myself drenched in you even though I have sinusitis which happens to be a mystery and my doubt.



If you happen to be stagnated water;

I would have stamped, jumped, rolled over you bold;

Though you were muddy and making my dress dirty,

Caring about the catching of cold was not worthy.



If you are experiencing me as of now,

I’ll be a jack ass, a weirdo with little hopes.