On my first day at office,
I felt like a stranger in the crowd.
My hands trembling, My heart thumping,
I wanted to scream out loud.
I knew a few faces,
I had made a few friends.
However, everyone looked different,
They had their own trends.
I turned around to take a look,
And I was so joyous to see a smiling face.
I couldn't believe my eyes, My Lord!
This Beauty was filled with so much grace.
She looked and smiled right through me,
I realized it was for someone else.
I wish she knew how I had felt then,
The way it feels when my heart melts.
Her skin seemed to be like satin
She walked with agility, like waves of the ocean
And her eyes could melt any heart of stone
And the curls of her hair, are worth devotion.
Many a times, did I see this Cherub,
She was one of the reasons I went to work.
God! Look what I'm saying,
Damn! I feel like a jerk.
One fortunate day, I did sit next to her
Dedicated to her work, she seemed.
Throughout the day, I could do no work.
Running around in a grassy meadow, with her , I dreamed.
The last few minutes of that Friday night, I will forever remember
Though I can't decipher, was it by chance or by choice,
She uttered the only word, she's ever said to me. "Goodnight".
With her sweet Honey filled melodious voice.
She never knew the damage that she had made
She knew not about the most peaceful week I'd ever had.
I was just going crazy wondering how God must've created her
Cause her beauty alone made any sane person go mad.
She used to pass by my bay a lot
And every time she did, I'd let out a sigh.
She looked calm and poised like a Barbie doll.
Well, here she comes again. My, Oh! My.
I don't know if I lack courage
Because I step back from making her acquaintance.
I am still indecisive of building a friendship
For I only want to bask in her awesome radiance.
One day somehow she came to know about me
Everything went haywire, not quite as planned.
She was upset and I felt miserable
And things just went out of hand.
I so badly wanted to set all things right
Just like a life on new lease,
I secretly yearned for her, to smile back at me.
For that alone would set my soul at peace.
When she wears Pink, she looks like a flower.
In White, an Angel indeed.
In Black, she looks like a goddess of beauty
Even Grey, on her, seems like a captive soul freed.
I want her to know that I am not crazy
But rather an admirer of her beauty.
It would be a crime not to appreciate it
And as a poet, that is my duty.
