tried escaping the routine hurly-burly,
pinned on thoughts wavering inside
putting aside my daily repertoire.
I walked into a glorious face
enchanting with her sublime grace,
stunning in one look, divine in the other
I saw her, fumbling with books at the fair.
Shying under the lenses she wore
mumbling in manner you would adore,
wandering in her thoughts afar
she stood there with attention and care.
Seemed subtly dismayed as she slurred
could feel her wondering at every word,
like she questioned their very existence
stripping their all outer layer.
Carrying a glimmer of hope in her eyes
seemingly so clear, chaste and wise,
away and away from the maddening rush
drawing gentle gleam and spreading care.
Jingling bangles in her hands
I thought as gleamy magic wands,
resonating softly and sweetly
such charm reflected those precious ware.
Her glance and my stare, there we met
quietude must prevail, I interpret,
she withdrew her strength from the words
and returned back to her silent prayer.
Periodically silence as she chose
I heard her breath I was so close,
but the numbness that overwhelms me
I let go of moments this precious and rare.
While my heart was rendered weak and inert
dwindling in joy, peace and mirth,
mind overwhelmed with fear of unknown
she kept on whispering warmth in the air.
Among the myriad thoughts beaming above
how it flowed a soaring sea of love,
when the breeze whistled past us
leaving a gentle brush through her hair.
She ignored and walked to get her way
as I wondered how this could end in nay,
wrestling my way I looked around
in hope, in shame, in despair.
She was leaving, it struck… oh dear
had the events turned out a little better,
only if I could tried a bit harder
and got her on a platform to share.
How I wished you could stay a little longer
how I wished you could delve a little deeper,
how I wished you could come a little nearer
how I wished you not be my heart-slayer.
Wishes work in such crazy ways
today exposed, tomorrow in haze,
the seedling, but rushed to bloom
poor me… never knew if it was there.
It was difficult for me to hold on
to the castle i built on sand dune,
and dispel my dreams into thin air
to end this lovely but one-sided affair.
Took the metro home, brooding alone
oh what I lost, before I could own,
felt a light pat on the back, I turned.
a divine voice came, “hi, I’m the girl from the fair”!.