It was a festive eve.
Everything around sifted to a placid uniformity,
Except for that girl, with eyes stained of kajal.
She was a welcome flick of flare,
Amid that cold foggy darkness.
She talked relentlessly, with all smiles and joy.
Oddly, many things complemented.
My frayed, unkempt hair, as against,
Her kempt, well combed hair.
A perfect grace she had, as against,
My hands scratching back of my hairs.
A captivating, mild smile, spilling
Scented mirth around, against my clumsy grin.
I was like an angular definition,
She, a well writ: curvy poem.
And then it happened that,
Our eyes met for a moment.
She bore right through my eyes
For a moment.
I felt as if the words she spoke
Tumbled, to reach me ultimately.
One moment more, her eyes still locked on me.
I really don’t know if she curved
Her lips to a smile, this time.
I tried hard to broaden my grin:
To reply. No, nothing happened.
One moment more: this was more
Than a usual gaze.
I felt everything around went dawdling,
Except for her lashes, which flicked once.
It was only the next moment, that
She broke her gaze: as subtle, as again.
I don’t know or remember what happened next.
May be everything merged back to uniform:
Careless of what happened.
And she left me with all, but answers,
And left my eyes desolate, longing and lonely.
…
replug: she makes it so easy to live
PS: I guess, it is hard to draw a line between reality and a poem sometimes. You never know where reality ends and where begins the poem.
twilifae 
DUDE !!! “at last here it sprinkles out from the heart of Mr Romeo” :P, who is she????? any ways, good one :) :] that to on the eve of Valentine’s day :P, well keep writing and i ll keep tasting it .
PS: by the way i <3ed the DISCLAIMER thing :D
Thanks anand, just another wild imagination of mine. She continues to remain she:D
Loved it Vishu…! Excellent work…hope to meet your muse someday :) <3
Thanks sar:) You’ll definitely meet her in person, if i ever get to find her:)
would that lucky girl want anything more?? :) i doubt.
and definitely leave alone drawing a line, there is a lot of reality that goes into the poem, seen and unseen :]
Certainly a well writ curvy poem :) keep going… :)
Don’t know if she wants more, but certainly she deserves more. much more:)
‘Aftertaste’ remains just like taste after food :) :] cant give up n want to go back and read again.. The beauty of your mind flows in your poems, thats it :] and SHE might not be beautiful than this poem :]
No amit, she’ll beautiful. you’ll agree me sometime down our lives;)
loved it :) so is there really someone ???
thank you:) for now no, hope find one soon:)
gorgeous buddy! <3
<3 <3
:) beautiful :)
:) :) thank you