Following below, are a couple of lines which I happened to pen down, somewhere around in the later half of the year 2003. I had then, titled it as "What am I, to her?"

Can I care for you?
are we in a relationship?
does the bond of friendship exist between us?

every time, I asked these questions,
she always said, "yes", ...but formally!

her acceptance, as "yes", in such a style
used to touch my heart, time and again
instead of warmth, the cozy-ness,
she brought to me, a glimpse of satisfaction

the times I met her, I saw, in her face,
an expression, in acceptance of the fact,
she was in search of me,
but, I felt, that she,
kept denying to her heart, to her self
till it nodded away

I stand, nowhere to him,
is what, she felt was,
but my heart knew, and knows,
she was everything to me, and still is..