The guy in cubicle 108

The guy in cubicle 108
believed not in destiny, nor in fate
Till one day he walked towards the office and saw in the rain and the mist and the haze
Something he had never seen before, her beautiful face
Even through the mist he could see
As she ran for shelter under the flowering jasmine tree
She had clear blue eyes
And he was mesmerized

“I am new here, can you help me “ she asked
This wasn't an opportunity he could have passed
This isn't just a coincidence but destiny unrolling, he thought
Fear that something may go wrong again he fought & fought & fought

Days and days passed by
Strangers turned friends and to make way old friendships had to die
It is time to take the next step he made his mind
He plucked the best flowers on the same tree he could find

“Will you be mine,
 Today, tomorrow and till the end of time “
With tears in his eyes and a smile on his face he said
But his joy turned to ashes as her eyes turned wet and red
And she said “I love another, but this is not the end,
For you were, are and always will be my best friend”

Hours and days turned to months and years
As he lived through all his fears
He remained a loyal friend,
And would be so, until the end
It was his tears he could not tame
And he always found God, fate and destiny to blame

It was her face he never could forget
He could never have her, his one and only regret
The jasmine tree continued to wither and shed
And he never could find peace, not even in his feather-bed.

One day all of a sudden, he decided not to cry
Meanwhile the winds changed, and the jasmine tree had to die
The guy in cubicle 108
Once again believed not in destiny, nor in fate

-Alankrit Kharbanda