Neither a poem nor a prose ..just my heart that i pour.
Reh always liked my randomness n so I will continue it ..
The following lines are another example of my randomness ..
I know ‘she’ will
read this one too !!
SHE
Coz it knew she would be waiting eagerly for it
..That gushing wind turned its way, just to flow through her beautiful hair
..That gushing wind turned its way, just to flow through her beautiful hair
Coz they knew she would wait to admire their fall
..Those old ocher leaves held on to the branches till she passed under the tree
Coz no one else had owned and enjoyed them the way she did
..The books in that overladen rack secretly fought among themselves to draw her single glance
Coz they very well knew how to impress her and make her lost in them
..Those thumping waves sang a different tune for her as she sauntered along the shore
Coz they knew she would smile and tap the leaf to split them into many
...The dew drops on that little fresh green leaf got ready
Coz it knew she would forget everything around and let it kiss her supple skin
...That steam oozing from the piping hot tea carried a different warmth for her
..Those old ocher leaves held on to the branches till she passed under the tree
Coz no one else had owned and enjoyed them the way she did
..The books in that overladen rack secretly fought among themselves to draw her single glance
Coz they very well knew how to impress her and make her lost in them
..Those thumping waves sang a different tune for her as she sauntered along the shore
Coz they knew she would smile and tap the leaf to split them into many
...The dew drops on that little fresh green leaf got ready
Coz it knew she would forget everything around and let it kiss her supple skin
...That steam oozing from the piping hot tea carried a different warmth for her
Coz it new her smile was much brighter than its sunshine
..The thoughtful sun had given up competing with her
..The thoughtful sun had given up competing with her
Her words were infatuating
That silence of her noisy
Those eyes were
vivacious
That gave hopes and
dreams
Her smile was serene
That made everything
feel alright
Every discussion with
her was deep
To be Itched on the
discs of heart forever
Her hand on my
shoulder
And simple nod was
enough
Her being with me made
a difference
And her not being
too
She liked me running
And So will I
She was my key
A key to the world
that was creative and colourful
A world that was happy
A world where smiles
were true and words had real meanings
A world free of
judgments ,free of expectations
And full of enriching experiences
And full of enriching experiences
That key is lost
somewhere
Somewhere ..where the
place is right
And I don’t want to
find any keymaker
Coz there cant be an another ‘She’
Reh ..meet you
there..meet you beyond !!!
