The love in our times...


The love in our times….

The flame of the midnight lamp wickers with the gust of wind,
And I sit there and all I could do is think..
The book before me speaks of something called projectile motion,
But my heart and mind is singing ballads for you in unison.
Oh! I still remember the day I first set my eyes on you,
It felt so ethereal yet so real.
Your smile that curled on your lips, fading into the dimples in your cheeks.
The ringlets of hairs that lay strewn on your forehead,
You tucked them behind your ears every time but they had their own will,
In the same way as you tucked the strings in my heart,
Oh! You had that skill!
From that day till today, all I could decipher is you,
Your presence that feels so heavenly yet so earthy.
Now do you recognise me?
I am the guy who waits outside your tuition classes everyday,
Just to catch a glimpse of you,when the class ends.
Please don’t misjudge me for a stalker,I shall do no harm.
Oh wait, do you remember you once talked to me,
Asking me if I had a pen to spare,
But before I could even answer ,you were barely there.
That day I felt like I owned the world,
The butterflies in my stomach could not stop fluttering,
And my heart, it had its own jig…
Your voice felt like a melody to my ears,
A music so mellifluous that it leaves the listener mum.
Maybe that’s why I did not answer.
The library, the school corridors , the canteen- all have become my places of solace,
My temples of worship where I get to see your smile, your eyes, your walk and you…
I have got a bunch of my sweet idiot friends, who got your name for me.
They might have even tried teasing you with my name whenever you passed by.
Please don’t mind, they are some of the genuine souls you ever come by.
They once got me your landline number, 
But every time, I stood near the receiver, my hands would tremble,
And that simple courage of talking to you was something I could not muster.
Do your friends also talk to you about me, and how do you feel?
Do your eyes light up as mine by the mention of my name or you despise???
Do you want to sit with me in the open meadows, beneath the blue skies,
Or walk with me in the rain, holding hands ,
Where you could look into my eyes and say
“ I LOVE YOU.”

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