The humor in her retort,
the calm in her words,
the perseverance in her first attempt on guitar,
the genuineness in her smile with just an acquaintance,
the glow of her skin in that white salwar,
the fragility of her curves,
the earnestness in her eyes...
The seemingly never-ending blush on her cheeks after first long-drive,
the moist on my chin after her first kiss,
my throbbing heart after it :)
the waiting, craving and longing of her messages,
the lit on my face after it,
my newly discovered connection to romantic songs,
the all new stars, moon and the dark blue sky...
The laalchi kid in her,
that would discover its accomplice in mine,
her belief in goodness of the world,
the clearly visible jealousy in her eyes at the mention of another gal,
and yet her complete denial of it ! :D
Her touch, the reflection of love in her eyes,
the feeling of completeness with her hands in mine...
You, my love...
you ! where ever you are,
transcend the layers of real and imagination,
make this life a miracle.
For one moment our lives met, our souls touched
- Oscar Wilde
that definitely made me blush, you would have been blushing too while writing this. I'm sure
ReplyDeletebut, it's like you're telling it off.. mask 'em mask 'em!!
awww, this is absolutely adorable!!
ReplyDeletei absolutely love the last line! it perfectly sums up the entire piece, where you describe the little things which encompass the miracle!
@Ranjith: Thanks :)
ReplyDeleteBlushing...yes; revealing...no; imagining...haha
@Zephyr: Thanks ! I loved writing it.
nice :)
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