13.12.09
Would it be wrong to say that angels exist
Atleast there must be some similarity which makes me feel this
May be her cute smile is what mesmerizes me
Or the way she dresses her hair so beautifully
When after seeing it ,a bright sunny day transforms into a beautifully soothing dusk suddenly
Or may be im just mad about her beautiful fingures and nails beautified with a tinge of mehndi
Or her slender and beautiful feets
When she takes off her sandals to put n rub her left feet against the right feet
She seems so beautiful and earthy that when she walks, it feels as if the earth itself is strolling along
Her magnanimous figure seems so merged with the nature around
Its like a perfect blend of eternity and humanity
I still wonder what make her press her lips between her teeth
Is it her feeling of being watched by someone?
Or is it just a feeling of insecurity?
Whatever it is, I admit admiring her even then
Just that I can never even try to become her friend
May be because she doesn’t understand me so well
Or may be I don’t consider myself able enough to deserve
Probably I would just always be a secret admirer
May be then I could behold her in my dreams and remain nearer
I don’t ever want her to know
Coz it would be more difficult then to let her go
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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