He saw a form in the distance,
A form that stole his heart in one simple glance,
He thought of nothing but her all day,
Her talk, her eyes, of what he would say,
He dreamt of long walks,
And of lengthy talks,
A little gesture seemed so stark,
His heart skipped a beat, his eyes lit up with a spark,
A smile, a stance,
A sneeze or a dance,
She knew not that her ways had a fan,
That, worshipping her manners was a dazed man,
He pursued her, wanting to get close,
And he thought he had, but it only made it worse,
Like a dog trailing its master,
His mind losing its grip each day faster,
He wrote poems and letters, but locked them all away,
Hoping to give them to her some day,
He knew he could and would wait,
And he did, merely admiring her every trait,
He divinized her movements, sanctified her gait,
Fathoming not the least, that all this could make him a bait,
She was indeed beautiful, certainly a damsel,
But does beauty make one an angel?
If every woman is divine, where is the devil?
If every love is sacred, where is betrayal?
Why, if everything is extreme, where is usual?
Why does the intoxicated man ignore the normal?
Eccentric, he jumps up in the air,
His intellect flushed, he forgets to think and care,
He thinks they are close now, but slowly realises,
It was not the sex nor the talks,
That true intimacy is when her flaws,
Are seen as caricatures,
He sees her as someone new, a person he hadn't seen during his race,
Merely a flawed being with some grace,
Her traits hadn't tarnished,
His blindness had just vanished,
It takes him hurting words and inhuman deeds,
Lots of pain, and some heart bleeds,
To see her as a human, with defects like himself,
And he either accepts or rejects her for being herself,
All this learnt, he emerges a wise man washed ashore ,
Only to see that it is wisdom he had before,
All this time wasted,
Just to learn something a child could've said.
Written on 21.4.2016 at reference section, IITB Library
A form that stole his heart in one simple glance,
He thought of nothing but her all day,
Her talk, her eyes, of what he would say,
He dreamt of long walks,
And of lengthy talks,
A little gesture seemed so stark,
His heart skipped a beat, his eyes lit up with a spark,
A smile, a stance,
A sneeze or a dance,
She knew not that her ways had a fan,
That, worshipping her manners was a dazed man,
He pursued her, wanting to get close,
And he thought he had, but it only made it worse,
Dazzling him further, stripping him of his focus,
He followed her, altering his locus,Like a dog trailing its master,
His mind losing its grip each day faster,
He wrote poems and letters, but locked them all away,
Hoping to give them to her some day,
He knew he could and would wait,
And he did, merely admiring her every trait,
He divinized her movements, sanctified her gait,
Fathoming not the least, that all this could make him a bait,
She was indeed beautiful, certainly a damsel,
But does beauty make one an angel?
If every woman is divine, where is the devil?
If every love is sacred, where is betrayal?
Why, if everything is extreme, where is usual?
Why does the intoxicated man ignore the normal?
Eccentric, he jumps up in the air,
His intellect flushed, he forgets to think and care,
He thinks they are close now, but slowly realises,
It was not the sex nor the talks,
That true intimacy is when her flaws,
Are seen as caricatures,
He sees her as someone new, a person he hadn't seen during his race,
Merely a flawed being with some grace,
Her traits hadn't tarnished,
His blindness had just vanished,
It takes him hurting words and inhuman deeds,
Lots of pain, and some heart bleeds,
To see her as a human, with defects like himself,
And he either accepts or rejects her for being herself,
All this learnt, he emerges a wise man washed ashore ,
Only to see that it is wisdom he had before,
All this time wasted,
Just to learn something a child could've said.
Written on 21.4.2016 at reference section, IITB Library
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