Such Is Her Magic
She made a deep impression on me and I began to realize;
More and more infinite possibilities to redefine myself;
My connections were abruptly broken with her;
But as the sayings goes’ ‘Hard times bring people closer’’
It happened thus; I called her to enquire about her health;
I looked ahead and saw the road which seemed to go nowhere;
A road with no passengers or even passerby;
A deserted track… with no light;
The track promised me something;
Perhaps a ‘Destination’:
I knew there is a reason for me to walk;
Answers to the questions while walking on the road;
This is life;
And I am not sure what more it wants;
For I have lost my precious part ;
I know it’s missing and I yearn for it;
Thing were not the same as they used to be;
For things are not the way I thought they were to be;
For her; the time we spent together passed like a blur;
But for me each moment passed like a life time;
The pain becomes unbearable with each passing day;
For I search my lost identity;
Like a needle in the hay;
A lot had changed;
she has changed;
I noticed it the moment ,as I glanced at her;
The only thing that hasn’t changed was her smile;
And her style:
For every time I call her;
She replies ‘I was thinking about you’;
I hope to summon courage and ask her on day;
What she thought of me…or that did she liked me;
For our relationship has changed, form whatever it had been;
I cloud feel the hurt, But doesn’t know where it is hurting;
Still when I meet her she talks the most, I use to hear;
For eve very time I meet hemi feel myself at loss of words;
Her divine beauty;
Makes me go numb;
And I always act like a dumb;
It was worth of time when I wanted her;
Now I just want her to stay happy;
For I want her to marry and settle;
For I would only marry when I would see her married and settles;
But she keeps on resisting and postponing my words;
For I feel sometime she hides something;
Perhaps she wants me to marry her;
Even I want the same;
But then son it Amy result in pain;
Sometimes I feel, I am not worth her;
For she is the princess who deserve a prince;
And I am the ugly toad;
A moon she calls me. But moon has it scars;
I remember we went to see a movie;
She was clad in blue jeans and a white tee;
Hot as hell she looked;
For it sometime make me feel crooked;
She felt a chill after a while;
And I held her hands;
Hours passed within seconds;
For I feel if she wears it again.
By – Ritesh Prasad
