By Dushyant Singh Sisodia
Her smile and messy hair shook me at sight,
In a moment she was all and I were none.
From my shore all waves were gone,
And stood everything in peace.
Only for a wave would come,
Weep all my castles that were young,
Took My peace and time, my worth, my mind.
All with a question and then did sit as nun.
“And you are?” With a Beaming smile and her dazzling eyes.
I smiled, I blushed, I looked at her for once,
Hairs of “MY” lady and the WIND both for one,
Both with the plan to tease and imitate “HER” blushing one.
As if the mighty world knew I’d be stuck in a circle all for once,
A little did my lips move and towards her little my spirit too but stuck with the words “I am…….”.
Broke all the boundaries of different cosmos and all Times,
All Froze but I did stand as a breathing Venus De Mil’.
I jumped straight into my mind with my eyes wide,
Knocked door to door & looked at every Inn Rile,
To Find the Best of me but in much rile,
With slipping time I’ll settle for Better of mine.
In the lobby, I saw Mr. Grumpy all alone,
Took a thought and greeted him and I moved on,
‘Well the world deserves him but little she deserves none.’
Step towards the Play and I saw Mr. Puerile playing and having fun,
Rushed he did and told me it was fun, sit and play all for once,
As always I moved on saying my goodbyes and “I’m Mr. Mission.”
By the end Saw quite a variety of people for different ones,
Who am I? Annoying to most, Naive to few,
Quite to some and known to none.
All the while there was no better one,
There was close to none but only we call “The ONE”.
As if a flower grazed my elbow and the cold creeps in,
I touched the ground, to realise Her fingers grazed all for once.
Bit her lip and smiled with her cheeks all Rośe,
Her spirit, my muse, my heart for her that fumes.
Her lips so Moved and towards her my spirit too,
“Lost to find one or lost to find you?” she jumped right into.
“Privacy, Lady!!”, a little I laughed at broken humour of mine,
“Open doors that bells by strangers is invitation of thine.”
Saw she did all, Grumpy and Puerile.
I smiled for the words “I’ll maybe bring mine on dine.”
Bells I took off, So my Doors, Kept my heart out,
Only so you take mine and leave yours.
Grumpy not so Grumpy now that he found her,
Puerile for once was listening and hosting to one all of her.
But my conscious was all for staring the ceiling,
The walls, the cups and the spoons questioning his existence being.
Took a stroll down my garden, and her words “Looks all dead”
“Love I did the plant not for her flowers.
But for her branches, her roots, her shoots,
So even when my rock hits autumn my love stoods un-shook.”
Little do I think of all the golden hour with you,
More of thy gloomy nights and the thunder rumbling,
My good days are thine to Your bad ones I call for mine.
“In sickness and health” not by word but in spirit I take for ONE,
Death to part us, leave you in death for time no, none.
“Thine words for plant or for mine it were?”
My words ’Open interpretation I’ll leave for One.’
Those BARKS with smirks and smiles “Oh love inference there is none.”
There ‘I do’ is all that’s left of words and for you to blush,
Rather I’ll offer you desserts than confessing with words.
No words, No letter, No language were for mine,
Only my ears turned scarlet red, my smile, my eyes with nothing but shine.
By Dushyant Singh Sisodia
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