Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Finally a finger on my door bell



A slender index pad,

nail painted crimson red

Pressed my door bell,

kept pressed for a time spell

Thumb stretched out right,

rest fingers folded tight

a sober ring, on ring finger,

little late but I answered d’ door

 Right now who could be there?

stunned, startled, not sure

Hypnotized, pulled a step back,

two slim arms,

promptly encircled my neck

A deep desire to get lost in me,

an eager river jumped in to d’ sea

Spellbound, I had no words to tell,

couldn't digest, yet a reality,

finally a finger on my door bell

Average guys judge me ordinary,

I’m unique, her remarks do vary

She keenly observes my act,

explores each uttered word

My eloquent words carry weight,

mighty weapon, won’t go waste

She disapproves my silence

prefers my garrulousness

My days must go with a flow,

music only makes me glow

Passion keeps me younger,

busy, enthusiastic for ever

Why days nights appear longer

same campus, close by, yet so far

Queries in her mind hard to solve

Can it be an unconditional love!

I told my wish to be a singer,

and to move world over

On a singing mission,

sat next to me, calmly listened

I wanted her to accompany,

to be part of music symphony

She gazed at me, kept quiet,

not much inclined to it

Her words didn’t reach my ear drums,

I focused in murmuring my songs

But songs revolving around her,

met an abrupt end,

since then I ignored my friend

Everything turned upside down,

no wish to be treated as a clown

no more sharing of dreams, hopes,

things at a standstill, a full stop



Each passing day, she got restless,

missed me in my absence

Tried to walk at a fast pace,

to match my quick steps

I may miss an event, if apprehends

feels perturbed, turns tense

If ever feels I’m upset,

convinces me in a whispering voice

Looks away, not to meet my eyes,

a distance of decency she keeps

from far, my moves she locates

often reminds me,

of her brother’s bounty biceps
 Her unexpected arrival,

a happy accident

can’t be rude to her,

can’t be indecent


Dormant songs got energized,

vocal cords oscillated rhythm wise

it’ll be a thrill, an amusement,

on stage to feel  her nearness
garland of her arms,
 I did accept,

steadily my hands,
  slid to her waist

I felt my endeavors,
 will never fail,

coz’  
finally a finger on my door bell

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